Saba

“دوست دارم یک لحظه اون بلندگو رو بگیرم و در حضور همین جمع,با همه ی وجود به آقا التماس کنم که:" آقا نیا!" یا لااقل کمی دیرتر بیا تا ما چشمامونو از این همه آلودگی پاک کنیم, تا ما ادب حرف زدن با شما رو یاد بگیریم, تا ما قبل از هر چیز, خودمون بفهمیم که از چه کسی چه آمدنی را طلب می کنیم”
― سید مهدی شجاعی, کمی دیرتر

“مادر می‌گوید باید به جای چیزهای بزرگ بر چیزهای کوچک تمرکز کرد. می گوید رستگاری بشر همین است. راه رهایی از قید وسواس ذهنی برای چیز دیگری بودن. زندگی در چیزهای کوچک گسترده است یعنی همین چیزهای روزمره ی کسالت بار. هر وقت گرفتار افکار دردناکی می شوم که مثلا چرا بورخس نیستم و تا کی باید عمرم را صرف جداکردن برگ رازقی از ساقه و کوبیدن گل در هاون کنم یاد این حرف مادر می افتم که اگر یاد بگیرم معنای همین کارهای کوچک را بفهمم، زندگی حقیقی یا همان چیزی که روح ساری در جهان می نامندش، درونم به راه می افتد. حتی اگر ساعت ها بی حرکت گوشه ای بنشینم در بودنم روی زمین و حتی در کوبیدن رازقی در هاون، در روحی شریکم که بورخس بخشی از آن است و آن وقت من بورخسم”
― عطیه عطارزاده, راهنمای مردن با گیاهان دارویی

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me?'

He was supposed to say: You deserve it. I love you.

But he said, 'Because I feel sorry for you.'

'Why?'

'Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl