#vian

If little else, the brain is an educational toy. The problem with possessing such an engaging toy is that other people want to play with it, too. Sometime they'd rather play with yours than theirs. Or they object if you play with yours in a different manner from the way they play with theirs. The result is, a few games out of a toy department of possibilities are universally and endlessly repeated. If you don't play some people's game, they say that you have "lost your marbles," not recognizing that, while Chinese checkers is indeed a fine pastime, a person may also play dominoes, chess, strip poker, tiddlywinks, drop-the-soap or Russian roulette with his brain. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#creativity #deviance #games #individuality #normalizing

We saved the lives of a whole family that night. Children, parents, uncles, aunts, grandparents, all sailed to safety in Sweden inside a little fisherman’s boat.” Johannes aka ‘BB’ The Informer by Steen Langstrup ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#noir-fiction #scandinavian-mysteries #world-war-two #family

Foreign food isn’t really my thing. I tasted whale once, and I was sick for a week. ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#crime-noir #scandinavian-mysteries #food

Avian was home and made me feel secure and right. Everything felt okay when I was with Avian. But at the same time, he was still so much older than I was. And he would be tied to Eden in such a permanent way. ↗

— Keary Taylor

#eve #home

He’s never going to confess, BB. Why don’t we just shoot him and go home? I’ve got an important appointment coming up.” Ingrid aka ‘Alis K’ The Informer by Steen Langstrup ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#scandinavian-mysteries #ww #home

Down in the water, Octavian yelled, “Get me out of here! I’ll kill you!” “Tempting,” Percy called down. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#humor #octavian #percy-jackson #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #the-mark-of-athena

The deviant and the conformist...are creatures of the same culture, inventions of the same imagination. ↗

— Kai Theodor Erikson

#deviance #sociology #imagination

At long last, you may no longer distinguish what binds you from what is you. ↗

— M.T. Anderson

#life

I always thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad Shadowhunter. 'To love is to destroy.'I believed that[...]I used to think being a good warrior meant not caring,[...] And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained[...] Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I'd ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#kiki #susanna #viviane #love

Luego recordarás estos días como los mejores de tu vida, piensa Alejandra. Te conoces, sabes que querrás volver. Pero ya no podrás. Volver ya no será posible en cuanto compres el pasaje, en cuanto subas al avión. Sufrirás menos, es cierto. Pero nunca lograrás ser tan feliz. Tampoco lograrás amar a nadie tanto. El final de la violencia y el final del amor, piensa Alejandra, echada en su cama. La resignación, ser como las demás. Curarse, superar el primer amor, lamer las heridas hasta que cicatrizan. Huir ↗

— Rodrigo Hasbún

#bolivian-writer #love #spanish #love