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“Vives en un mundo rodeado de reglas y normas y ¿qué ha ocurrido? Fíjate en el estado actual de la humanidad. Es un mundo neurótico, un gran manicomio. Es el resultado de todas vuestras normas, idealismo, perfeccionismo y moralidad. Es la consecuencia de vuestros mandamientos... el mundo se ha convertido en un reducto de neuróticos, en un inmenso manicomio. Y aún tienes miedo a las llamas del infierno. Es un círculo vicioso.”

“Vivi and Heather take them out for bubble tea. There are no actual bubbles. Instead, he is served toothsome balls soaked in a sweet, milky tea. Vivi orders grass jelly, and Heather gets a lavender drink that is the colour of the flowers and just as fragrant. Cardan is fascinated and insists on having a sip of each. Then he eats a bite of the half-dozen types of dumplings they order- mushroom, cabbage and pork, cilantro and beef, hot-oil chicken dumplings that numb his tongue, then creamy custard to cool it, along with sweet red bean that sticks to his teeth. Heather glares at Cardan as though he bit the head off a sprite in the middle of a banquet. 'You can't eat some of a dumpling and put it back,' Oak insists. 'That's revolting.' Cardan considers villainy takes many forms, and he is good at all of them. Jude stabs the remainder of the bean bun with a single chopstick, popping it into her mouth and chewing with obvious satisfaction. 'Gooh,' she gets out when she notices the others looking at her. Vivi laughs and orders more dumplings.”

“Vivi blows a noisemaker. 'Here,' she says, passing out paper crowns for us to wear. 'This is ridiculous,' I complain, but put mine on. Cardan looks at his reflection in the door of the microwave and adjusts his crown so it's at an angle. I roll my eyes, and he gives me a quick grin. And my heart hurts a little because we are all together and safe, and it wasn't something I'd known how to want. And Cardan looks a little shy in the face of all this happiness, as unused to it as I am. There will be struggles to come, I am certain, but right now I am equally sure we will find our way through them.”

“Vivi picks stalks of ragwort that grow near the water troughs. After finding three that meet her specifications, she lifts the first and blows on it, saying, 'Steed, rise and bear us where I command.' With those words, she tosses the stalk to the ground, and it becomes a raw-boned yellow pony with emerald eyes and a mane that resembles lacy foliage. It makes an odd keening neigh. She throws down two more stalks, and moments later three ragwort ponies snort the air and snuffle at the ground. They look a little like sea horses and will ride over land and sky, according to Vivi's command, keeping their seeming for hours before collapsing back into weeds.”

“Viviamo in un’epoca in cui si è titolati a vivere solo se perfetti. Ogni insufficienza, ogni debolezza, ogni fragilità sembra bandita. Ma c’è un altro modo per mettersi in salvo, ed è costruire, [...] un’altra terra, fecondissima, la terra di coloro che sanno essere fragili.”

“Viviamo nell'attesa permanente di un estraneo a cui consegnarci mani e piedi. A cui saremmo capaci di sacrificare gli affetti più cari, se necessario. Anche quando siamo in malafede. Anche se sappiamo benissimo che al momento opportuno ci tireremo indietro attaccandoci alla più ignobile delle scuse. Conta però il momento in cui siamo disposti a tutto. E tutto significa, papale papale, tutto.”

“Vivian, look!’ chirped Kate, looking up at the amber skies. ‘It’s a sundog!’ Vivian stared into the waking light of Christmas dawn and saw not one, but two rising suns. ‘They’re rare, these. Must be the low-hanging ice crystals creating an echo. A mirror to the sun.’ Like an enormous blade of Æbe’trax, the parhelion had parted the sky in two sectors – one small and made out of dawn, the other large and moulded by nightfall. Each side was dominated by its own mirror-sun, strung across the low firmament like two Christmas baubles. Vivian squinted. The larger sun was grazed by a shadow.”

“Vivian’s first impression of Solidago was that she had travelled back in time, but not to a time where architecture had been invented. All houses were twisted out of shape, to say the least. Windows either too large to open or too small to make a difference peppered the city in places one would never dream of having one. The walls were mostly cast in brickwork by the kind of stonemason whose day job was financial advising. Skewed walls with more bricks than mortar, knotted chimneys keeping the smoke inside and cupping rooftops whose main purpose was to gather rainwater – Solidago had it all and more. As the oldest civilization of the cosmos, Alarians might have been excellent at healing, philosophizing and weaving into the fabric of reality, but they were very poor city builders.”

“Vividly imagined, beautifully written, at times almost unbearably suspenseful-the stories in Kristiana Kahakauwila's debut collection, This Is Paradise, are boldly inventive in their exploration of the tenuous nature of human relations. These are poignant stories of 'paradise'-Hawai'i-with all that 'paradise' entails of the transience of sensuous beauty.”

“Vivien (spelled the same way as Vivien Leigh, lucky thing) was quite possibly the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. She had a heart-shaped face, deep brown hair that gleamed in its Victory roll, and full curled lips painted scarlet. Her eyes were wide set and framed by dramatic arched brows just like Rita Hayworth's or Gene Tierney's, but it was more than that which made her beautiful. It wasn't the fine skirts and blouses she wore, it was the way she wore them, easily, casually; it was the strings of pearls strung airily around her neck, the brown Bentley she used to drive before it was handed over like a pair of boots to the Ambulance Service. It was the tragic history Dolly had learned in dribs and drabs- orphaned as a child, raised by an uncle, married to a handsome, wealthy author named Henry Jenkins, who held an important position with the Ministry of Information. "Dorothy? Come and put my sheets to rights and fetch my sleep mask." Ordinarily, Dolly might've been a bit envious to have a woman of that description living at such close quarters, but with Vivien it was different. All her life, Dolly had longed for a friend like her. Someone who really understood her (not like dull old Caitlin or silly frivolous Kitty), someone with whom she could stroll arm in arm down Bond Street, elegant and buoyant, as people turned to look at them, gossiping behind their hands about the dark leggy beauties, their careless charm. And now, finally, she'd found Vivien. From the very first time they'd passed each other walking up the Grove, when their eyes had met and they'd exchanged that smile- secretive, knowing, complicit- it had been clear to both of them that they were two of a kind and destined to be the very best of friends.”

“Vivienne [Westwood] and Malcolm [McLaren] use clothes to shock, irritate and provoke a reaction but also to inspire change. Mohair jumpers, knitted on big needles, so loosely that you can see all the way through them, T-shirts slashed and written on by hand, seams and labels on the outside, showing the construction of the piece; these attitudes are reflected in the music we make. It’s ok not to be perfect, to show the workings of your life and your mind in your songs and your clothes. And everything you do in life is meaningful on a political level. That’s why we’re all merciless about each other’s failings and why sloppiness is derided.”

“Vivimos en un mundo que se adueña y dispone del cuerpo de las mujeres, un mundo de dominación masculina desde el punto de vista económico, cultural e ideológico. Desde el culto a la belleza hasta los actos de mayor barbarie, como las mutilaciones genitales o los ataques con ácido, la forma más arraigada de control de las mujeres por parte de los hombres pasa por el sometimiento de sus cuerpos. La emancipación de la mujer pasa pues por la liberación de su cuerpo.”

“Vivimos entre libros, hemos tenido la libertad de elegirlos y la posibilidad de descifrarlos en una era en que la instrucción fue (casi) universal. No ncesitamos ser monjes ni damas de la nobleza y si pertenecemos a una cofradía no es la del poder ni la del dogma, simplemente hemos sido elegidos por los libros a temprana edad. Bendito sea un privilegio desinteresado, no esgrimido para someter a los diferentes,”

“Vivir en el tiempo equivale a cambiar. La sequía y monotonía que tu paciente está atravesando ahora no son, como gustosamente supones, obra tuya; son meramente un fenómeno natural. Nuestro objetivo de guerra es un mundo en el que Nuestro Padre de las Profundidades haya absorbido en su interior a todos los demás seres; el Enemigo desea un mundo lleno de seres unidos a Él pero todavía distintos.”