#denis

Ook hij liet een grote stoommachine plaatsen en alles groeide zo overrompelend vlug, dat er echt geen tijd was zich om veiligheid of zelfs een minimum aan hygiëne te bekommeren. In de spinnerijen stonden de vrouwen, meisjes en kinderen in wolken dwarrelend pluk, bijna dagelijks raakten handen vermorzeld bij het 'indraaien' en in werkplaatsen waar men omgeven was van natte dampen, kregen de meeste vrouwen een ziekte die men waterkanker noemde.(...) De vrouwen brachten in de levensgevaarlijke werkplaatsen hun kleinste kinderen van huis mee en lieten ze rondkruipen in vuil, stof en stank. ↗

— Louis Paul Boon

#kinderrechten #sociale-geschiedenis #werkomstandigheden #men

As if Spade's chivalry would allow him to do anything to a woman. The harshest punishment she could imagine him dishing out to Cat would be refusing to open a door for her. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#spade #vampire #imagination

Write the unpublishable...and then publish it. ↗

— Denis Johnson

#inspirational #writing #inspirational

When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother. ↗

— Denis Johnson

#denis #dirty #jesus #johnson #son

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied. ↗

— Denise Hunter

#love #missing #the-accidental-bride #yearning #love