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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

“They turned everything, even hatred, even love, into fluff I could bat away. And that was exactly what I wanted—my emotions passing like headlights that shine softly through a window, sweep past me, illuminate something vaguely familiar, then fade”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I've never really not written, never not had another world of my own making to escape to, never known how to be in this world without most of my soul dreaming up and living in another.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Will I ever be done, transformed in the past tense, or will I always be transforming, better and better until I die?”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories