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“We need to eliminate the concept of division by class, skills, race, income, religion, and nationality. Every human requires food and water to survive and every human has a heart that bleeds, loves, and grieves.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Andrew  Boyd
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”
Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe

Marguerite Duras
“I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.”
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

Nina Bouraoui
“le racisme est une maladie. Un vice. Une maladie honteuse. Qui se développe parfois dans le silence des maisons. On murmure puis on ferme les fenêtres. On crie pendant les repas de famille. Haïr l'autre, c'est l'imaginer contre soi. C'est se sentir possédé. Volé. Pénétré. Le racisme est un fantasme. C'est imaginer l'odeur de sa peau, la tension de son corps, la force de son sexe. Le racisme est une maladie. Une lèpre. Une nécrose.”
Nina Bouraoui

Iain S. Thomas
“That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.”
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

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