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“Well isn't it true? You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you can never go back.'
'I seem', I said, 'to have heard this song before.'
'Ah, yes', said Giovanni, 'and you will certainly hear it again. It is one of those songs that somebody, somewhere, will always be singing.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Mungo’s capacity for love frustrated her. His loving wasn’t selflessness; he simply couldn’t help it. Mo-Maw needed so little and he produced too much, so that it all seemed a horrible waste. It was a harvest no one had seeded, and it blossomed from a vine no one had tended. It should have withered years ago, like hers had, like Hamish’s had. Yet Mungo had all this love to give and it lay about him like ripened fruit and nobody bothered to gather it up.”
― Douglas Stuart, Young Mungo

“He said that he’d read everything about swimming, firmly believing he could trip across words, like stepping-stones, to the bank of experience”
― Sarah Winman, Tin Man

“Rashers, me heart, if it was raining soup, you'd have nothing but a fork.”
― James Plunkett, Strumpet City