Harir Heidary

“تریتا همیشه به من می‌گفت نطفه‌ی درخت‌های جنوبی تو کابوس‌های ماست. می‌گفت انگلیسی‌ها وقتی با کمپانی هند شرقی اومدن و پاشون رو گذاشتن تو این بندر مستعمره، نهال درخت‌هایی مثل اوکالیپتوس، جَمبو، انبه، تمر هندی و درخت جن زده‌ی بابل رو هم با خودشون آوردن. می‌گفت این درخت‌ها وقتی همه جای بندر کاشته شد و به بار نشست، تا مدت‌ها بوی انیفورم ارتش انگلیس می‌دادن.”
― احمد آرام, حلزون‌های پسر

“I have always despised waiting. Waiting is a mechanism of torture used in the dungeon of time.”
― Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison

“On his first hand he wore rings of stone,
Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone.
There were rings unseen on his second hand,
One blood in a flowing band,
One was air all whisper thin,
And the ring of ice had a flaw within.
Full faintly shone the ring of flame,
And the final ring was without name.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451