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“This was the foreman—a boiler-maker by trade—a good worker. He was a lank, bony, yellow-faced man, with big intense eyes. His aspect was worried, and his head was as bald as the palm of my hand; but his hair in falling seemed to have stuck to his chin, and had prospered in the new locality, for his beard hung down to his waist.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“Yo miro a la abuela, no su cara, sino sus manos. Todos los tendones están tensos, ya no hay carne en esas manos, tan sólo huesos y piel reseca. La muerte podría inmovilizarlas en cualquier momento, pero aún se mueven cuando reza, y el rosario susurra entre ellas.”
― Herta Müller, Nadirs

“I'd never thought I'd have anything to do with her.
The webs we weave.
Ties that bind.”
― NisiOisiN, Bakemonogatari, Part 2: Monster Tale

“Words were necessary for creation. Kishibe imagined the primordial ocean that covered the surface of the earth long ago—a soupy, swirling liquid in a state of chaos. Inside every person there was a similar ocean. Only when that ocean was struck by the lightning of words could all come into being. Love, the human heart . . . Words gave things form so they could rise out of the dark sea.”
― Shion Miura, The Great Passage