Fay

“Life, with all its facets, terrified me. Happiness was scary because the loss of it was scary. Loneliness was scary also, but so was losing that familiarity it gave me, that awful sense of home I'd made in it. I'd always felt like a weed growing among flowers, competing for light and water: too neglected to be picked, but somehow too weak to be a threat to anything. But, in the end, these flowers had given me something, they'd arranged themselves around me, and made me feel as if I were one of their own.”
― Elvin James Mensah, Small Joys

“It is joy to be hidden and disaster not to be found.”
― Melissa Febos, Body Work: The Radical Power of Personal Narrative

“But so often, joy and beauty were stuck in the same places as grief and shame, and one could not be accessed without the other.”
― Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi, The Centre

“Being able to see; being able to hold a book; being able to turn its page; being able to maintain a reading posture; being able to go to a bookshop to buy a book - I loathed the exclusionary machismo of book culture that demanded that its participants meet these five criteria of able-bodiedness. I loathed, too, the ignorant arrogance of all those self-professed book-lovers so oblivious to their privilege.”
― Saou Ichikawa, Hunchback