Katya Michaeli

“I dreamed I saw my maternal grandmother sitting by the bank of a swimming pool, that was also a river. In real life, she had been a victim of Alzheimer’s disease, and had regressed, before her death, to a semi-conscious state. In the dream, as well, she had lost her capacity for self-control. Her genital region was exposed, dimly; it had the appearance of a thick mat of hair. She was stroking herself, absent-mindedly. She walked over to me, with a handful of pubic hair, compacted into something resembling a large artist’s paint-brush. She pushed this at my face. I raised my arm, several times, to deflect her hand; finally, unwilling to hurt her, or interfere with her any farther, I let her have her way. She stroked my face with the brush, gently, and said, like a child, “isn’t it soft?” I looked at her ruined face and said, “yes, Grandma, it’s soft.”
― Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief

“Death or glory,” she said. “Death or glory,” they echoed. “But preferably glory,”
― Nicholas Eames, Bloody Rose

“Humans are always lost in time. They are constantly certain that "X" is later or earlier than they thought. I have never known a human to say, "Oh, look, it's exactly what time I thought it was.”
― K.A. Applegate

“What’s all this, Mr. Stibbons?” “I really should talk to him, sir. He’s had a near-death experience!” “We all have. It’s called ‘living,’” said the Archchancellor shortly.”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather