Via

“cities are fueled by the listless agony of workers providing services to other workers who barely acknowledge those services.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

“Do you think that maybe we're able to love someone best when that person doesn't know how we feel?”
― Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

“I was always watching you." This could have been a breathless declaration of love or a final farewell.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Diving Pool: Three Novellas

“She’d call Montse to come and judge how well the picture was progressing. "Look here," she’d say, indicating a faint shape in the corner of the frame. "Look here –" Her fingertips glided over a darkening of colour in the distance. She sketched with an effort that strained every limb. Montse saw that the Señora sometimes grew short of breath though she’d hardly stirred. A consequence of snatching images out of the air – the air took something back.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours