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“I took a bite of a Bloody Ploughman. Even the flesh was red.
'Bloody,' Carral said.
'Nice colour,' I answered.
'It looks sinful. I bet that was the apple Eve ate, you know, in the Bible, the forbidden fruit.'
'Might be. But I've eaten some too now. Does that mean you have to kick me out of your house?'
I held the half-eaten apple out to her. She burst out laughing and pointed out at the factory: 'Does this look like paradise or what?”
― Jenny Hval, Perlebryggeriet

“I'll tell you the fairy tale of the apple. Eve ate the apple, and then Adam came and did so too. Afterwards the apple was forgotten, and it was assumed that it rolled away in the grass while Adam and Eve were chased out of the garden. But that's not true, because secretly the apple rolled in between Eve's legs, scratched open her flesh and burrowed into her crotch. It stayed there with the white bite marks facing out, and after a while the fruit-flesh started to shrivel, and mould threads grew from the edges of the peel. The mould threads became pubic hair and the bite mark became the slit between the labia. Soon all of Eden followed the apple's example and started to decompose and rot, and since then this has happened in all gardens and everything in nature, and honey mushrooms came into existence, and rot and parasites and beetles arose. But the apple was first, and it never stops rotting, it just gets blacker. The apple has no end, just like this fairy tale.”
― Jenny Hval, Paradise Rot

“We will never be those people again. She took them all with her.”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

“The notion of my future suddenly snapped into focus: it didn't exist yet. I was making it, standing there, breathing, fixing the air around my body with stillness, trying to capture something—a thought, I guess—as though such a thing were possible, as though I believed in the delusion described in those paintings—that time could be contained, held captive.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation