❝ Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning.
Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story…
Equally, it could be argued that it actually began thousands of years ago. Long before
the Marxists came. Before the British took Malabar, before the Dutch Ascendency
before Vasco da Gama arrived, before the Zamorin’s conquest of Calicut. Before three
purple-robed Syrian bishops murdered by the Portuguese were found floating in the sea,
with coiled sea serpents riding on their chests and oysters knotted in their tangled
beards. It could be argued that it began long before Christianity arrived in a boat and
seeped into Kerala like tea from a teabag.
That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were made.
The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how.
And how much. ❞
Arundhati Roy - The God of Small Things

❝ I would go to the toy store, always, and my most favourite memory, was there was this kid, when kids cared about board games, 700-years-ago, and he picked up a Ouija board and I said “if you play with this, the Devil’s gunna kill you,” and he cried and ran out and it made my heart feel warm. ❞
Marilyn Manson