Amalie

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”
― Robert Frost

“Dit blik er en panisk panorering hen over vores naboer. Du smiler på en måde, der skal være imødekommende, men det ser uhyggeligt ud, denne pludseligt vandrette bevægelse hen over dit ansigt. Din tavshed udpeger alle vores ord, der synker sammen i en rodet bunke foran tomheden. Sætningerne omkring dig går langsomt i stå. I alt, hvad du foretager dig, findes en alvor, og du er forvirret over samtalerne. Du er ude af stand til at snakke om smutveje, og når du alligevel forsøger, bliver der underligt stille. Det lyder som en imitation, når du taler med folk, der ikke interesserer dig. Dit blik bliver langsomt tomt, du nikker og prøver, du keder dig, og nu falder du snart i søvn. Du udbyder ingen service ud over din oprigtighed, men den vil de ikke have, ikke i dag. De vil have mine glitrende spørgsmål og skinnende smalltalk. Du har ikke sans for ligegyldigheder, derfor er du undertiden sat uden for verden, placeret midt i din egen forvirring og ensomhed. Du tror, at der er en hemmelig kode, og du forsøger at bryde den. Du tror, at der findes et særligt sprog, du ikke kan tale, som alle vi andre taler, men tro mig, min elskede, det er kun, fordi du ikke kan forestille dig, hvor ligegyldige ting mennesker siger til hinanden.”
― Stine Pilgaard, Lejlighedssange

“And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I’ve never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands? He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones