Hala Yousef

“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

“In the beginning…
But of course we never see the beginning. We come in in the middle, after the lights have gone down, and try to make some sense of the story so far. Whisper to our neighbours “Who’s he? Who’s she? Have they met each other before?”
We get by.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 2: The Doll's House

“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

“Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.”
― Lang Leav, Sad Girls