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“You have no idea what I want. I have been in agony for eight months, Alizeh. Do you know how hard it’s been to pretend I don’t know you? To pretend I don’t want you? To act as if I haven’t known every inch of your body in my dreams? To learn that your heart has been entangled elsewhere? I look at you and I can’t breathe. In my mind, you are already mine.”
― Tahereh Mafi, These Infinite Threads

“As I write this, a ceasefire has still not been called. I wonder what reality you now live in. From the point in time at which you read this, what do you say of the moment I am in? How large is the gulf between us?”
― Isabella Hammad, Recognizing the Stranger: On Palestine and Narrative

“There is a scholar on these shores who breathes stories. He inhales all manner of them, holds each one in his soul, and when his lungs are too full of words, he exhales at last, daring to breathe his own stories to life. Thus he breathes in words and breathes more out, in and out and in again like the measured rhythm of the sea, until one day he finds a peculiar book that sets even the tides off their fated course.”
― Pascale Lacelle, Curious Tides

“To perceive the world through other senses is to find splendor in familiarity, and the sacred in the mundane.”
― Ed Yong, An Immense World: How Animal Senses Reveal the Hidden Realms Around Us