A puddle moving across the floor when it was not watched.

‘[O]ne of those half-crazed savants who gets in your head, who you can’t stop thinking about’.
Natalie Wynn, ‘The Witch Trials of J.K. Rowling’

‘The basic problem is that if God exists, what is the point of literature? And if He doesn’t exist, what is the point of literature?’
Eugène Ionesco

‘[T]he importance of having to identify with a character in a book is vastly overrated’
Brian Evenson, Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

‘When I remember things it’s not just some kind of mathematical machine in my head. It is contaminated in terms of facts. It’s mixed with desires, with fears. Memory is such a fickle thing.’
– Erla Bolladottir, Out of Thin Air

‘So this was hatred. It was great hatred, the great Seventies hatred.’
– Anna Burns, Milkman

‘Everything affects and is affected by every other thing’.

— Engels, ‘The Part Played by Labour in the Transition from Ape to Man’.

‘Pink is not a colour, it is the bastard of triumphant red and guilty light; born of incest where hell and heaven have played their parts, it has remained the colour of shame.’

— Jean Ray, ‘La Terreur Rose’