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Stifgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 03 september 2025, p. 36

“The news was uninteresting because it was inevitable, uninfluenceable.”

Julian Barnes - Before She Met Me (1982), p. 14

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 03 september 2025, p. 33

"You know how summer goes. You yearn for it and yearn for it, but there's always something wrong. Everywhere you look, there are insects thickening the air, and birds riffling trees, and enormous, heavy leaves dragging down branches. You want to trammel it, wreck it, smash things down. The afternoons are so fat and long. You want to see if anything you do matters."

Emily Fridlund - History of Wolves (2017), p. 111

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 11 juni 2025, p. 44

“There was no one who could be calling whom he feared he might offend; this was one of several advantages of being unemployed.” John Irving - The world according to Garp (1978/1998), p. 250

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 25 juni 2025, p. 36

Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir!

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 04 maart 2026, p. 40

"All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you used would come out wrong."

R.J. Palacio - Wonder (2012), p. 155

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 05 november 2025, p. 18

"De komkommertijd is net begonnen en ik dacht dat we de komkommertijd gingen uitrekken tot in lengte van jaren."

Rebekka de Wit - We komen nog één wonder tekort (2015), p. 146

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 10 juli 2024, p. 36

“And that’s another one of those details which I may have remembered myself, or which Watzek-Trummer may have remembered for me - or, more likely, it was some combined, repetitive remembering from the two of us.” John Irving - Setting Free The Bears (1968), p. 279

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 03 december 2025, p. 21

“He felt as if he were going on holiday. Yes, it would be a holiday, a long unending holiday - what’s more, with holidays within the holiday.”

Julian Barnes - Before She Met Me (1982), p. 20

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 17 december 2025, p. 28

“(Rule of thumb: when something needs to be willfully erased in order to get somewhere, there is usually a problem.)”

Maggie Nelson - The Argonauts (2015), p. 86-87

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 17 december 2025, p. 21

“One must also become alert to the multitude of possible uses, possible contexts, the wing with which each word can fly.”

Maggie Nelson - The Argonauts (2015), p. 9

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 22 april 2026, p. 7

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 08 oktober 2025

“His air of failure had nothing desperate about it; rather, it seemed to stem from an unresented realisation that he was not cut out for success, and his duty was therefore to ensure only that he failed in a correct and acceptable fashion.”

Julian Barnes - Flaubert’s Parrot (1984), p. 39

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 17 december 2025, p. 36

“Any direct question, not obviously insulting, which allowed the possibility of a long answer, put him in a good mood.”

Julian Barnes - England, England (1998), p. 131

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 17 december 2025, p. 39

"Er is heel veel wat we niet weten, en waarheidsgetrouw schrijven over een leven, of het nu dat van je moeder, jezelf of een bekendheid is, over een gebeurtenis, een crisis of een andere cultuur, vraagt om regelmatig teruggrijpen naar de duisternis, naar de nachten van de geschiedenis, de plaatsen van niet-weten."

Rebecca Solnit - Mannen leggen met altijd alles uit (2014/2017), p. 81

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 06 mei 2026, p. 19

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 29 april 2026, p. 21

Stiftgedicht gebaseerd op BRUZZ, woensdag 03 december 2025, p. 38

“The caption that accompanied this sunset was as egregious a non sequitur as any that had thus far been uttered by Martin Mills: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, BUT IF YOU LIVE RIGHT, ONCE IS ENOUGH.”

John Irving - A Son of the Circus (1994), p. 462

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