Quotes about Epigram books

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One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along wit — Ng Yi-Sheng, LONTAR #5
I remember clearly the afternoon that she stood at the corner beside the door of the tourist centre in Gdansk. — You Jin, In Time, Out of Place
The four of us got back into the car. In an instant, I distinctly heard a “soundless music”. It was the melody of friend — You Jin, In Time, Out of Place
As the wind continued to howl and groan through her decaying body, she began to sing her story. — Ken Liu, LONTAR #6
Pak Karman hugged his wife’s gravestone tightly. “You left without saying farewell!” The whole of the graveyard was abla — Mohamed Latiff Mohamed, The Widower
They will try to ascribe a purpose to my death, as though it were a punishment, but don’t you do so, in order that I con — Mohamed Latiff Mohamed, The Widower
I think, therefore I am. My fingers that caress these rose and frangipani petals are a result of my thoughts. I feel con — Mohamed Latiff Mohamed, The Widower
Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dr — Eliza Victoria, LONTAR #4
But we will not bury our mother. We have no interest in putting her bones in soft ground, no desire for memorials and pl — J.Y. Yang, Best New Singaporean Short Stories: Volume Two
Any moment now, I thought, he was going to wake up. Any moment. — O Thiam Chin, Best New Singaporean Short Stories: Volume Two
She looked at me like I was stupid, the same look the girls in JC used to give me when I hadn’t heard of the latest boy — Jeremy Tiang, It Never Rains on National Day
Lim Oh Kee kills himself in the early hours on the 12th day of December, 1921. His last meal is rice and nothing. — Evan Adam Ang, Best New Singaporean Short Stories: Volume Two
She remembered the way the damp, coarse sand had clumped to her legs and hands, and burrowed beneath her nails and into — Yu-Mei Balasingamchow, Best New Singaporean Short Stories: Volume One
But what little we did know, we brandished wildly like cavemen’s clubs, slinging out stuff we felt tasted good. That was — Bjorn Shen, Artichoke: Recipes & Stories from Singapore's Most Rebellious Kitchen
Mongkol, poor Mongkol, shedding tears.Thinking of his smiling, comical face, and his dreams of sending his son to univer — You Jin, Death by Perfume
In a few years, it is very likely that this series will be considered a milestone in the history of Singapore photograph — Raphael Millet
I’d thought there’d be no winter in the desert, but winter arrived anyway—silently, suddenly. — You Jin, Death by Perfume