Gladis Figart

“Тишина трескается и рассыпается. Раздается гул восьмицилиндрового движка - утробный, словно рык льва.

Выйди прямо на свет, как порядочный гражданин. Старайся дышать ровно.

Пальцы нащупывают в кармане холодную тяжелую вещицу. Надеюсь, доставать ее не придется.”
― Frank Miller, Sin City, Vol. 5: Family Values

“The day capitalism is forced to tolerate non-capitalist societies in its midst and to acknowledge limits in its quest for domination, the day it is forced to recognize that its supply of raw material will not be endless, is the day when change will come. If there is any hope for the world at all, it does not live in climate-change conference rooms or in cities with tall buildings. It lives low down on the ground, with its arms around the people who go to battle every day to protect their forests, their mountains and their rivers because they know that the forests, the mountains and the rivers protect them. “The first step towards reimagining a world gone terribly wrong would be to stop the annihilation of those who have a different imagination—an imagination that is outside of capitalism as well as communism. An imagination which has an altogether different understanding of what constitutes happiness and fulfillment. To gain this philosophical space, it is necessary to concede some physical space for the survival of those who may look like the keepers of our past, but who may really be the guides to our future.” —Arundhati Roy, 2010”
― Naomi Klein, This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. The Climate

“Now," said the young man, stooping gravely over his book of bills, "if you can assure me that I really can buy this kind of pious, and that it will be set down to my account in the book up above, as something belonging to me, I wouldn't care if I did go a little extra for it. How d'ye say?" "Wal, raily, I can't do that," said the trader. "I'm a thinkin that every man'll have to hang on his own hook, in them ar quarters.”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin

“He had the most sublime wit, and you never knew what was going to come out of his mouth.”
― Amanda Adams, The Voyeur's Yacht