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“Lekcije iz kontriranja svemiru nauče se u pubertetu ili nikad, a ona glavna ide ovako: na stolu je tanjir i u njemu zrno pasulja - ti si zrno a tanjir je sistem. Ti ne želiš da te tanjir ograničava, zato hrabro odbiješ da boraviš u njemu i iskočiš; mašala, zeznuo si sistem. Elem, sledi neugodna spoznaja: čitav sto je sistem, ti si iz tanjira sagledavao samo njegov mali, lako prejebivi ogranak. Lepo, sad kad si to shvatio, bunt ide dalje: skačeš sa stola. Neugodna spoznaja 2: em što si doznao da je cela soba sistem, em si, tako tvrdopasuljast, pošteno napukao od skoka sa astala. E, ta igranka ide u nedogled i sad još samo treba da budeš dovoljno klinac da nastaviš otkrivanje sve većih jedinica sistema. Pametnijima je već u toj tački jasno da nema izlaza. I još gore: sesitem em dopušta, em predviđa buntovnike. Na taj način, reguliše se princip nade - a bez nade vazda ništa ne ide. Hajdučija je, dakle, sistemu dobrodošla. Stoga ostaje samo jedno: nauči da funkcionišeš unutra i da što manje izneveriš sebe. Nauči da je moguće spasiti samo dušu - sebi i još nekima - ne i spasiti svet. Ko nađe načina za to, kanda nalazi i svoj recept sreće.”
― Marko Šelić, O ljudima, psima i mišima

“Bes prema drugima donekle se dresira; bes prema sebi beskrajno je nepokolebljiv i destruktivan.”
― Marko Šelić, O ljudima, psima i mišima

“It's good to be loved. But it isn't enough.”
― Maureen F. McHugh

“The Second Koran tells us that the darkness in ourselves is a sinister thing. It waits until we relax, it waits until we reach the most vulnerable moments, and then it snares us. I want to be dutiful. I want to do what I should. But when I go back to the tube, I think of where I am going; to that small house and my empty room. What will I do tonight? Make more paper flowers, more wreaths? I am sick of them. Sick of the Nekropolis.

I can take the tube to my mistress' house, or I can go by the street where Mardin's house is. I'm tired. I'm ready to go to my little room and relax. Oh, Holy One, I dread the empty evening. Maybe I should go by the street just to fill up time. I have all this empty time in front of me. Tonight and tomorrow and the week after and the next month and all down through the years as I never marry and become a dried-up woman. Evenings spent folding paper. Days cleaning someone else's house. Free afternoons spent shopping a bit, stopping in tea shops because my feet hurt. That is what lives are, aren't they? Attempts to fill our time with activity designed to prevent us from realizing that there is no meaning?”
― Maureen F. McHugh

“Children are a blessing. They are a happiness so sharp that it feels like pain.”
― Maureen F. McHugh