Moriquen

“Walking out in the middle of a funeral would be, of course, bad form. So attempting to walk out on one's own was beyond the pale.”
― Steve Hockensmith, Dawn of the Dreadfuls

“People talk about the happy quiet that can exist between two loves, but this, too, was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. Before the world existed, before it was populated, and before there were wars and jobs and colleges and movies and clothes and opinions and foreign travel -- before all of these things there had been only one person, Zora, and only one place: a tent in the living room made from chairs and bed-sheets. After a few years, Levi arrived; space was made for him; it was as if he had always been. Looking at them both now, Jerome found himself in their finger joints and neat conch ears, in their long legs and wild curls. He heard himself in their partial lisps caused by puffy tongues vibrating against slightly noticeable buckteeth. He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.”
― Zadie Smith, On Beauty

“Op de zeeën drijven stuurloos schepen waarvan de volledige bemanning het leven heeft gelaten en de roeiers vol schimmels en sappig in hun riemen hangen, de losse vellen vaandelend in de wind.”
― Dimitri Verhulst, Godverdomse dagen op een godverdomse bol

“Hij kwam binnen in de lappenjas van een afkorting N.S.M.A.N.N. (Nederlandse Schrijver van Marokkaanse Afkomst met Nederlandse Nationaliteit), maar ging weer weg, na een goede rui, een verlies van overbodige veren, als auteur. Hij is stukken magerder geworden, maar gelukkiger. Noem hem voortaan simpelweg auteur.”
― Hafid Bouazza, Een beer in bontjas