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“When will we be allowed to breathe fresh air again?”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

“Girl’s two green eyes peer out from behind a dark blue blanket. They do not stare directly at me.

Here hides Girl, existing as a cover name, like me.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Adira and the Dark Horse

“I live here, yet I am not seen.
The world pulses with bloodshed,
that sends shivers down my spine.

Try, I do, to find places to hide
within the confines of these walls,
away from the rage of metal.”
― Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry

“Yet, the light outside is not the same.
It ticks with madness,
expelled by angry bodies.
Natural light has been
outshone by the fire
of angry, wrathful metal.

So we hide, away from war
and the comforting faces
we once shared our lives with.”
― Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry

“I think he'll be able to live only in the hidden room. His soul is too dense. If he comes out, he'll dissolve into pieces, like a deep-sea fish pulled to the surface too quickly. I suppose my job is to go on holding him here at the bottom of the sea.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police