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“Inside a barn is a whole universe, with its own time zone and climate and ecosystem, a shadowy world of swirling dust illuminated in tiger stripes by light shining through the cracks between the boards. Old leather tack, lengths of chain, rope, and baling twine dangled from nails and rafters and draped over stall railings. Generations of pocketknives lay lost in the layers of detritus on the floor.”
― Carolyn Jourdan, Heart in the Right Place

“the two girls emanated an incorrigible idle inertia.”
― William Faulkner, Barn Burning and other stories

“What was the barn like before it was photographed?' he said. 'What did it look like, how was it different from other barns, how was it similar to other barns? We can't answer these questions because we've read the signs, seen the people snapping the pictures. We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise

“When she was frustrated with us Mom used to say, ‘You weren’t born in a barn!�� But the way I sometimes acted often made me wonder if I’d been born in a barn that collapsed long before I had ever gotten out of it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Han fick höra en gång att bästa sättet att bli mentalt förberedd på ��ö��ä����������첹�� är att bo i tält på rockfestival med ett gäng tjocka kompisar som röker hasch. Man tumlar runt i ett ständigt tillstånd av akut sömnbrist med fläckar på hela tröjan från mat som bara i undantagsfall varit ens egen, man har tinnitus, man kan inte gå i närheten av en vattenpöl utan att något fnittrande dumhuvud hoppar jämfota i den, man får aldrig gå på toaletten utan att någon står utanför och skriker och bankar på dörren, man blir väckt mitt i natten bara för att någon har ”tänkt på en grej�� och man vaknar nästa morgon av att någon annan har kissat på en.”
― Fredrik Backman, ����ö���Բ��ٲ���

“He too was running off, but it was in the direction of the barn, and he was making a case for not being a jockey but a racing equine himself.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Your grandfather must have been a wonderful man," Arabella said in an awed voice, looking about her at the beautiful house, well-proportioned barn, and the variety of shade and fruit trees so carefully and tastefully planted.

"My family," John added wisely, "says I'm very like him.”
― Sarah Brazytis, The Letter