Bojan

“Tih godina sam preko leta i u vreme slobodno od škole čuvala ovce po šumi i polju. Majka je u moju čobansku torbicu stavljala započetu čarapu da pletem. A ja sam pored čarape sakrivala knjigu. Seoske čobanice su ostavljale svoje preslice i igle i okupljale se oko mene da im čitam. Čarapu nisam plela, a da se osiguram od majčinih grdnji ja bih jednu iglu izvukla i sakrila i pred majkom se pravdala da sam je izgubila. Jednom majka primeti da ja nešto sakrivam na dnu torbice ispod kaputića. Šta ti je tu? Hleb, velim ja, bojim se da ne budem posle gladna. A duša mi je i bila gladna.”
― Jelena Bilbija

“We think of English as a fortress to be defended, but a better analogy is to think of English as a child. We love and nurture it into being, and once it gains gross motor skills, it starts going exactly where we don't want it to go: it heads right for the goddamned electrical sockets. We dress it in fancy clothes and tell it to behave, and it comes home with its underwear on its head and wearing someone else's socks. As English grows, it lives its own life, and this is right and healthy. Sometimes English does exactly what we think it should; sometimes it goes places we don't like and thrives there in spite of all our worrying. We can tell it to clean itself up and act more like Latin; we can throw tantrums and start learning French instead. But we will never really be the boss of it. And that's why it flourishes.”
― Kory Stamper, Word by Word: The Secret Life of Dictionaries

“Unlike an envied and admirable few, I separate my friends and almost never dare mingle one group with another. When I do, it is usually a social disaster, like mixing drinks. I love good beer and I love good wine, but you cannot drink both on the same evening without suffering. I love the friends with whom I play or once daily played snooker and tooted quantities of high-grade pulverized Andean flake; I love the friends with whom I dine at preposterously expensive restaurants; I love the friends with whom I’m film-making or mincing on the stage. I love and value them all equally and don’t think of them as stratified or in tiers, one group in some way higher or more important than the rest, but the thought of introducing them to each other makes me shiver and shudder with cringing embarrassment.”
― Stephen Fry

“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”
― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time