– Jamaica Kincaid from Lucy
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– Jamaica Kincaid from Lucy
Extracted from Moranifesto by Caitlin Moran
(Red Magazine, September 2017)
I miss dreaming forwards," Anna said. "What?" "I dream backwards now. You won't believe how backwards you'll dream someday.
Marina Keegan from, The Opposite of Loneliness
And from that moment, I watched her. Watched her with different coloured eyes, until the raging energy that coursed through my body finally revealed itself and gave itself name: envy. For I knew already that something had taken me from me, and had replaced it with a desperate longing for a time before; a time before fear, a time before shame. And now that knowledge had a voice, and it was a voice that rose from the depths of my years and howled into the night sky like a wounded animal longing for home.
When God Was A Rabbit by Sarah Winman (2011)
How to Write an Autobiographical Novel by Alexander Chee
Lest we forget at least an over-the-shoulder acknowledgment to the very first radical: from all our legends, mythology, and history (and who is to know where mythology leaves off and history begins — or which is which), the first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom — Lucifer.
Saul Alinsky, Rules for Radicals: A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radicals (1971)
Being temporary doesn't make something matter any less, because the point isn't for how long, the point is that it happened.
Robyn Schneider, Extraordinary Means
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anais Nin