Hala Yousef

“We never made it, did we?”
― Lang Leav, Sad Girls

“And then one Thursday night they found him
Dead- with his wishes piled around him,
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new - here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

“I watched him even then as he fell, his face undefeated, his eyes still proud”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“Death, like fiction, is brutal in its symmetry. Take this story and strip it down -all the way back- until you are left with two points. Two dots on a vast, blank canvas, separeted by a sea of white. Here, we have come to the first point, where the batj is drawn and the hand is reachinh for the razor blade. I will meet you at the next, by the axle of a screaming wheel, the revolution of a clock, the closing of an orbit.”
― Lang Leav, Sad Girls