Malik Hinahon

“This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer

“I encouraged her to find a good man and clip his wings now that Frost wouldn’t be around to drive all her suitors away.”
― Andri E. Elia, Yildun: Worldmaker of Yand

“The summer sun bowing out threw slashes of colour between the buildings. London looked big, empty, and lonely. She stood in the doorway, like a cat trying to make up its mind.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“It is not the consciousness of men that determines their being, but, on the contrary, their social being that determines their consciousness.”
― Karl Marx, A Contribution to the Critique of Political Economy