My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like the fingers running upon the wires.
I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.
Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living