"Everywhere, capitalism had become the language for grief."

"Why couldn't someone peel her onion skin and still feel a helpless sort of fondness for her?"

"In the darkness she was allowed to feel things that made no sense."

"No one is your enemy, not even death."

A #SundaySentence or four from Silvia Park's luminous sci-fi novel _Luminous_, which I've just finished. A thoughtful, querying, moving book about robots, grief, and humanity, set against a backdrop of a future reunified Korea.

"No matter how gently she might open a book, a tear torn decades before might grow a little more."

#SundaySentence by Doireann Ní Ghríofa from Said the Dead (2026 @FaberBooks) https://www.theguardian.com/books/2026/may/18/said-the-dead-by-doireann-ni-ghriofa-review-lost-voices-from-an-irish-asylum

"I fight for an education that teaches us to think, not for one that teaches us to obey."

Think while it's still legal.

#SundaySentence #Education #ClassWar

There is a mysterious choreography at work in our lives, yes?

Allen Levi, Theo of Golden
#SundaySentence

'The writer fears nothing so much as happiness, which is understandable, for writing is conserving, recording, ordering, but happiness avoids language, eludes words, hides in the past, and crumbles when you try to explain it.' -- from 'Lázár' by Nelio Biedermann, trans. Jamie Bulloch

#SundaySentence #books #ReadingJournal #reading #bookstodon

"Their mouths uttered vowels and consonants, their ears registered the sounds and their brains transformed the tonalities into words and sentences, but in the short pauses that occurred from time to time, Ina wondered if what they were engaged in could truly be called a conversation."

#SundaySentence from The Sisters by Jonas Hassen Khemiri (2025 Farrar, Straus and Giroux) https://us.macmillan.com/books/9780374618896/thesisters/

Death took Freddie from Carney and mourning returned to him a visitation, an invisible companion who shadowed him everywhere, tugging at his sleeve and interrupting when he least expected: Remember what my smile looked like, Remember when, Remember me.

#SundaySentence from Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead
#bookstodon #ColsonWhitehead