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“See, the institutions and specialist, experts, you see. Yes, yes,
experts, indeed. See, they would have us believe that there is an order
to art. An explanation. Humans are odd creatures in that way. Always
searching for a formula. Yes, a formula to create an expected norm for
unexplainable greatness. A cook book you might say. Yes, a recipe
book for life, love, and art. However, my dear, let me tell you. Yes,
there is no such thing. Every individual is unique in their own design,
as intended by God himself. We classify, yes, always must we classify,
for if not, then we would be lost, yes lost now wouldn't we?
Classification, order, expectations, but alas, we forget. For what is art,
if not the out word expression of an artist. It is the soul of the artisan
and if his expectations are met, than who are we to judge whether his
work be art or not?”
― Cristina Marrero, The Unsung Love Story

“Love does not work in convenience. Or any kind of sense.”
― Maggie Tokuda-Hall, The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea

“He was struck by the feeling that they were the only two people alive in the world—that this was something beyond any magic or illusion or story Neverland could conjure. Something real.”
― Austin Chant, Peter Darling

“He wanted to make him bleed, and then tend to the wounds.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“In my heart, sometimes, I feel a lightness, a nonexistence. . . I have these moments, very dangerous, I feel scattered. But I'm here, and I feel like telling you the rest. Not because you'll get it, but because I feel like telling it.”
― Dionne Brand, What We All Long For