Iris Bolderman

“That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what one wanted, and followed blindly, suffering so much in secret, always unprepared and amazed and knowing nothing; but one thing led to another and by degrees something had formed itself out of nothing, and so one reached at last this calm, this quiet, this certainty, and it was this process that people called living.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

“Over het sprookjesachtige van MAAN:
"Ik heb die sprookjeswereld niet gebruikt om mijn kop het in zand te steken. Ik heb die gebruikt om mijn eigen stem te vinden waarmee ik juist die harde werkelijkheid beter te lijf kan gaan. Zonder te ontkennen wat naar en lelijk is, maar met open oog voor wat mooi is.”
― Gaby den Held, Maan

“Unlike baked beans, loaves of breads, or Fuji apples, books, once consumed, do not disappear.”
― John Sutherland, How to Read a Novel

“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables