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“The ultimate result of Africa's incorporation into the world capitalist economy was the destruction of the traditional pre-colonial communal mode of production.”
― Sam Mbah, African Anarchism: The History of a Movement

“Nationalism is the political manifestation of a folk's collective unconscious; heathenism/ satanism is the spiritual manifestation. Both ascend from the same source. Its therefore no coincidence that occultism and nationalism/facism have both claimed common adherents prior to the present interest in both by youth.”
― Michael Moynihan, Lords of Chaos

“Koi zid thee ki kya kaha aur likha, kara gaya, usse zyada zaroori lagne laga ki kisne kaha aur kisne likha ya kiya.
sabke naam bhari matlab rakne lage the.

A willfulness (in me), that more important than what was said and written or done was who said it and who wrote or who did.
All our names came to be loaded with meaning.”
― Geetanjali Shree

“I brought nothing,â€� Shevek said. Though the suit had been bleached almost to white and bad shrunk a bit, it still fit, and the harsh familiar touch of holum-fiber cloth was pleasant. He felt like himself again. He sat down on the bed facing the doctor and said, “You see, I know you don't take things, as we do. In your world, in Urras, one must buy things. I come to your world, I have no money, I cannot buy. therefore I should bring. But how much can I bring? Clothing, yes, I might bring two suits. But food? How can I bring food enough? I cannot bring, I cannot buy. If I am to be kept alive, you must give it to me. I am an Anarresti, I make the Urrasti behave like Anarresti: to give. not to sell If you like. Of course, it is not necessary to keep me alive! I am the Beggarman, you see.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia

“It was as though the throttling nature of the cloth against her mouth wanted to sentence her to a lifetime of silence.”
― Insha Juneja, Imperfect Mortals : A Collection of Short Stories

“Somewhere in the city of Vadodara, a young woman named Zaheera Sheikh stood on the balcony of her friend’s house and watched in helpless stupefaction all the members of her family along with a couple of their staff being engulfed by fires of hatred. Best Bakery which also served as their residence was in flames. It was locked from outside by some people whose slogans would remain beyond Zaheera Sheikh’s comprehension for years. The religious fervour of those slogans would go on scorching her in a different way even years after all her beloved people were interred.”
― Tomichan Matheikal, Black Hole

“The flames of hatred had died down in Gujarat. The media reported that more than 2000 Muslims were charred by those flames and at least fifty times that number were rendered homeless. People became refugees in their own homelands. The ashes of their homes and the scorched wails that lingered on in those ashes became a pain that smouldered in the veins of the survivors. Many people chose to abandon those ash heaps. Yet another exodus was merging into the forgotten histories buried in the palimpsest of the country. Wherever there are vanquished people, there are also winners, Ishan realised with a pang. The winners obtained an unprecedented majority in the state election and Mr Narendra Modi was re-elected as the Chief Minister for the third time consecutively.”
― Tomichan Matheikal, Black Hole

“What I spent, I had;
What I kept, I lost;
What I gave, I have.”
― Henry Ward Beecher