Linda

“ At what point, she wanted to say, do we stop being the direct product of our parents? At what point does it start being our fault?”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites

“It's a place I go to, even if nobody else can see that I've gone. I can smell it and certainly hear it, even if I can't always see it.

That's the problem with all those well-meaning people who try to comfort you by telling you that everything's okay, you're home now, and the war's over, as if you're the idiot who can't read a newspaper and see that an armistice has been declared. It's like telling someone that Greece is over, or England, or Russia. It's nonsensical. Places aren't ever over, except maybe Pompeii.

Still we pretend we believe it, all of us who sometimes fall over into that familiar place. Trying to explain that the war will never be over just makes you sound either mad or self-pitying, and makes your relatives look at you worriedly and pat your hand, and that's far more exhausting. You learn to just smooth over the conversation and get on with things. It doesn't even feel like a lie.

As long as you don't hurt anybody and don't act too obviously strange, most people will let it go. The other ones like you understand. We all realized long ago that we're dual citizens now, that we come from two different places.

Gallacia. And the war.”
― T. Kingfisher, What Feasts at Night

“The commander- may he shit pinecones in Hell.” ”
― T. Kingfisher, What Feasts at Night

“We love people before we notice we love them, but the act of naming the love makes it different, drags it out into different light.”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites