Mayim de Vries

“The only exercise I get is jumping to conclusions.”
― Glen Cook, The White Rose

“In my native valley of the middle Dniester, gentry spoke Polish, peasants — Ukrainian, officials — Russian with the Odessa accent, merchants — Jewish, carpenters and joiners — being Filippians and Old Believers — Russian with the Novogrod accent, the kabanists spoke in their own dialect. Additionally, in the same area there were also villages of Polish-speaking noblemen, and nobles who spoke Ukrainian, Moldovan villages speaking in Romanian; Gypsies speaking in Gypsy, Turks were no longer there, but in Khotyn, on the other side of the Dniester and in Kamieniec, their minarets were still standing...All these shades of nationality and languages were also in a semi-fluid state. Sons of Poles sometimes became Ukrainians, sons of Germans and French — Poles. In Odessa, unusual things happened: the Greeks became Russians, Poles were seen joining Soyuz Russkavo Naroda. Even stranger combinations arose from mixed marriages. ‘If a Pole marries a Russian woman,’ my father used to say, ‘their children are usually Ukrainians or Lithuanians’.”
― Jerzy Stempowski, W dolinie Dniestru. Pisma o Ukrainie

“The world is made of stories, which bind us all together, and impossible stories are the best of all, for they bind us in impossible ways.”
― Seth Dickinson, The Monster Baru Cormorant

“We can endure neither our vices nor their cure.”
― Livy