Bianca Mogos

“The fight for our land is at the core of our existence, as it has been for the last two hundred years. Once the land is gone, then we are gone too.”
― Mary Crow Dog, Lakota Woman

“In March, they said we were all victims. They accepted us. In August, they looked at us as if we were some kinds of menace, like we were about to eat their children.”
― Lea Ypi, Free: A Child and a Country at the End of History

“I have never lost the thrill of travel. I still crave the mental and physical jolt of being somewhere new, of descending aeroplane steps into a different climate, different faces, different languages. It’s the only thing, besides writing, that can meet and relieve my ever-simmering, ever-present restlessness. If I have been too long at home, stuck in the routine of school-runs, packed lunches, swimming lessons, laundry, tidying, I begin to pace the house in the evenings. I might start to cook something complicated very late at night. I might rearrange my collections of Scandinavian glass. I will scan the bookshelves, sighing, searching for something I haven’t yet read. I will start sorting through my clothes, deciding on impulse to take armfuls to the charity shop. I am desperate for change, endlessly seeking novelty, wherever I can find it. My husband might return from an evening out to discover that I have moved all the furniture in the living room. I am not, at times like this, easy to live with. He will raise his eyebrows as I single-handedly shove the sofa towards the opposite wall, just to see how it might look. “Maybe,” he will say, as he unlaces his shoes, “we should book a holiday.”
― Maggie O'Farrell

“Mi-ar fi plăcut să o ascult, deși mi-e clar că nu ne putem auzi părinții decât atunci când trecem de 20 de ani. Îi auzim când nu mai sunt vocea din capul nostru, ci devin o voce din exterior. Când ne întoarcem la ei pentru că vrem, nu pentru că nu avem încotro.”
― Laura Ionescu, Nu te găsesc pe nicăieri