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  • #1
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #2
    Ocean Vuong
    “It is no accident, Ma, that the comma resembles a fetus— that curve of continuation. We were all once inside our mothers, saying with our entire curved and silenced selves, more, more, more. I want to insist that are being alive is beautiful enough to be worthy of replication. And so what? So what if all I ever made of my life was more of it?”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #3
    Stephen Chbosky
    “It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #4
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #5
    Gillian Flynn
    “Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #6
    Alice Oseman
    “I'm a little bit in love with everyone I meet.”
    Alice Oseman, Solitaire

  • #7
    Gillian Flynn
    “It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    Donna Tartt
    “Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

  • #10
    Alice Oseman
    “I think you should know that I make up a lot of stuff up in my head and then get sad about it. I like to sleep and I like to blog. I am going to die someday.”
    Alice Oseman, Solitaire

  • #11
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #12
    Gillian Flynn
    “Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.”
    Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

  • #13
    Ocean Vuong
    “In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

    I miss you more than I remember you.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #14
    Alice Oseman
    “I actually think that a lot of people are very beautiful, and maybe even more beautiful when they are not aware of it themselves.”
    Alice Oseman, Solitaire

  • #15
    Stephen Chbosky
    “I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #16
    Ocean Vuong
    “I am writing you from inside a body that used to be yours. Which is to say, I am writing as a son.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #17
    Gillian Flynn
    “There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #18
    John Corey Whaley
    “That’s what we do sometimes. We let people disappear. We want them to. If everyone just stays quiet and out of the way, then the rest of us can pretend everything’s fine. But everything is not fine.”
    John Corey Whaley, Highly Illogical Behavior

  • #19
    Gillian Flynn
    “Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #20
    Stephen Chbosky
    “There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #21
    Ocean Vuong
    “You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #22
    Gillian Flynn
    “There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #23
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #24
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “The axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x, that it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Always, absolutes, nevers: these are the words, as much as numbers, that make up the world of mathematics. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality––Dr. Li had once called it coy and twee, a fan dance of an axiom––but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.

    But now he knows for certain how true the axiom is, because he himself––his very life––has proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #25
    Gillian Flynn
    “It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #26
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #27
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “You won’t understand what I mean now, but someday you will: the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #28
    John Corey Whaley
    “We’re just floating in space trying to figure out what it means to be human.”
    John Corey Whaley, Highly Illogical Behavior

  • #29
    Ocean Vuong
    “What were you before you met me?"
    "I think I was drowning"
    "And what are you now?"
    "Water”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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