#jam

Man African societies divide humans into 3 categories: those still alive on the earth, the sasha, and the zamani. The recently departed whose time on earth overlapped with people still here are the sasha, the living-dead. They are not wholly dead, for they still live in the memories of the living, who can call them to mind, create their likeness in art, and bring them to life in anecdote. When the last person to know an ancestor dies, that ancestor leaves the sasha for the zamani, the dead. As generalized ancestors, the zamani are not forgotten but revered. Many...can be recalled by name. But they are not living-dead. There is a difference. ↗

— Kevin Brockmeier

#art

She had shown me how to behave when applying for a job, how to show the proper amount of respect, submission, eagerness to please, even though in my heart I would not mean any of those things; she said that as soon as I had the job and was safely in it, I could let my real personality come out. I was not opposed to deception, but I woud have preferred not to start out that way. ↗

— Jamaica Kincaid

#lucy #respect

Don't tell me," Jace said, "Simon's turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you'll have have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. "Look. Jammies." "Jace," Clary said, "this is important." "Don't tell me," he said. "You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I'm not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge," he said as an afterthought. "I hear he'll do anything for a -" "JACE!" she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. "JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #pijamas #sarcasm #want

You know, you've never really cared about anyone," he said. "But someday you will, and it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt a lot. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#night-world #secret

I'd like to bite that lip. ↗

— E.L. James

#book #christian-grey #e-l-james #fifty-shades-of-grey #christianity

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#wrong

Mizpah," he said. She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?" "A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye," he said. "It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for he said, the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #bible

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back. ↗

— James Joyce

#ireland #james-joyce #artists

I don’t know why I have to write down my fucking thoughts. What if I don’t have any thoughts? ↗

— Wade Kelly

#when-love-is-not-enough #dreams

Mentioning violence to Bruce was like mentioning chocolate sauce to a six-year-old. ↗

— Robert Muchamore

#chocolate #james-adams #robert-muchamore #shadow-wave #violence