never stop believing in you

Me, getting attached to anakin and ahsoka’s relationship knowing exactly what’s going to happen but hoping for a good ending anyways:

We had seen our fathers beat our mothers from childhood. We had grown up thinking that a stranger must not even touch us, but that our father, our boyfriend, and our husband could hit us when they liked, out of love, to educate us, to reeducate us.

I feel no nostalgia for our childhood: it was full of violence. Every sort of thing happened, at home and outside, every day, but I don’t recall having ever thought that the life we had there was particularly bad. Life was like that, that’s all, we grew up with the duty to make it difficult for others before they made it difficult for us.

There was something unbearable in the things, in the people, in the buildings, in the streets that, only if you reinvented it all, as in a game, became acceptable. The essential, however, was to know how to play, and she and I, only she and I, knew how to do it.

She was like that, she threw things off balance just to see if she could put them back in some other way.

For most people – sometimes for women, too– great literature is generally felt to be literature made by men. Apart from a few fine souls, men don’t read books by women, as if such reading would weaken their virile power. But it’s a subject that concerns women’s creations in every field. Educated, broad-minded men treat female thought with polite irony, as a by-product, good only as a pastime for women.