Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

George Orwell

(Why I Write)

Snippet #22

He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and shiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.

Ray Bradbury

(Fahrenheit 451)

Snippet #21

“Do you think forgiveness is a skill learned through practice, like playing chess, or a talent given to you at birth, like singing in tune?”

Kelly Harms

The Overdue Life of Amy Byler

Snippet #20

As Jenny tipped her head and cast him a dreamy gaze, Narain understood what they needed from each other. One day she would muse about her foreign boyfriend just as he would always remember the American he dated in college. Both would keep this relationship as a souvenir of the people they had once dared to be.

Balli Kaur Jaswal

(Inheritance)

Snippet #19

Hiraeth (Welsh; noun)

A homesickness for somewhere you cannot return to, the nostalgia and the grief for the lost places of your past, places that never were.

Ella Frances Sanders

(Lost In Translation)

Snippet #18

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn’t reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed.
She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale.
She imagined seeing herself as just another brilliant freak of nature. Just another sentient animal, trying her best.
And in doing so, she imagined what it was like to be free.

Matt Haig

(The Midnight Library)

Snippet #17

Love is the world’s infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.

Tony Kushner

(The Illusion)

Snippet #16

Augustine was not a believer in a personal god who would listen to your prayers. Even less did he believe that you could pray for someone else. And to have a third party, a disinterested third party, offering intercessory prayers on behalf of people they did not know, seemed outrageous to him. After all, these Masses were subdivided into thousands, since perpetual Mass cards were sold at almost every church in the world and by the minute. There would never be enough priests for even a hundredth of a Mass per soul, and the idea of asking the powers that be to consider minuscule fractions of benefit accruing to the dead seemed far more ridiculous than any other dogmas of the Roman Catholic Church.”

Jerry Pinto

(Em and the Big Hoom)

Snippet #15

Conversations with Em could be like wandering in a town you had never seen before, where every path you took might change course midway and take you with it. You had to keep finding your way back to the main street in order to get anywhere.

Jerry Pinto

(Em and The Big Hoom)

Snippet #13