Hanne Siebelink

“The axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x, that it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Always, absolutes, nevers: these are the words, as much as numbers, that make up the world of mathematics. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality––Dr. Li had once called it coy and twee, a fan dance of an axiom––but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.

But now he knows for certain how true the axiom is, because he himself––his very life––has proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“Alleen spijt komt te laat. Ik bedoel dat letterlijk zo: enkel en alleen spijt komt écht te laat. Bussen, treinen, je allereerste echte orgasme, mensen, de spaghetti bolognese die je anderhalf uur geleden besteld hebt: het zijn geen van alle dingen waar je een leven lang van wakker ligt. Van spijt wel. Van alle dingen des levens is spijt het enige dat werkelijk té laat kan komen. Verder is te laat komen nooit zo dramatisch als het lijkt.”
― Zita Theunynck

“May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face. And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.”
― George Jung, Blow by Blow

“Oh, Anna, hoe ik zou willen dat ik je een sunshine tarief voor het leven kon geven.”
― Zita Theunynck, Het wordt spectaculair. Beloofd.