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“You two are the only religion I've ever had. I haven't chosen to kiss up to God and Christ when things have gone badly in my life. There are, of course, many who suffer from hunger and poverty. I've always had enough for me and mine and accepted responsibility for the decisions I've made, not interfering with those distinguished gentlemen in their jobs. I've also understood that this God in Heaven must be at least partly created by man. I guess I know He exists, but He's hardly the type to sport whiskers. I've felt rather that He speaks to mankind in the autumn colors of the crops, or in the scent of newly cut driftwood pieces that cleave so exquisitely into fence posts and outlast their maker.”
― Bergsveinn Birgisson, Svar við bréfi Helgu

“Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.”
― Tan Twan Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists

“Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.”
― Tan Twan Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists

“Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.”
― Neil Gaiman, Make Good Art