Nicolette Rose

“I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis

“He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

“The quote, “Death is lighter than a feather, but Duty is heavier than a mountain” is not original with Robert Jordan. It is from the 1882 Japanese Imperial Rescript to Soldiers and Sailors, which states that "duty is heavier than a mountain; death is lighter than a feather." See Wikipedia entry "Imperial Rescript to Soldiers and Sailors.”
― unknown Japanese

“The alternation of day and night is merely a physical phenomenon, time is a question of being human and, frankly, how could I consider myself a human being, I who have only known thirty-nine people and all of them women? I think that time must have something to do with the duration of pregnancies, the growth of children, all those things that I haven’t experienced. If someone spoke to me, there would be time, the beginning and end of what they said to me, the moment when I answered, their response. The briefest conversation creates time. Perhaps I have tried to create time through writing these pages. I begin, I fill them with words, I pile them up, and I still don’t exist because nobody is reading them. I am writing them for some unknown reader who will probably never come—I am not even sure that humanity has survived that mysterious event that governed my life. But if that person comes, they will read them and I will have a time in their mind. They will have my thoughts in them. The reader and I thus mingled will constitute something living, that will not be me, because I will be dead, and will not be that person as they were before reading, because my story, added to their mind, will then become part of their thinking. I will only be truly dead if nobody ever comes, if the centuries, then the millennia go by for so long that this planet, which I no longer believe is Earth, no longer exists. As long as the sheets of paper covered in my handwriting lie on this table, I can become a reality in someone’s mind. Then everything will be obliterated, the suns will burn out and I will disappear like the universe.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men