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  • #1
    Anne Lister
    “Were I fit for another world, how gladly would I go there.”
    Anne Lister, The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister

  • #2
    Fiona Apple
    “I'm a tulip in a cup. I stand no chance of growing up.”
    Fiona Apple

  • #3
    Sarah Kane
    “- I used to love you.
    - What’s changed?
    - You.
    - No. Now you see me. That’s all.”
    Sarah Kane

  • #4
    Casey McQuiston
    “You can try, she guesses. You can tear yourself apart and rebuild from stratch, bring yourself to every corner of the map, sew a new self from the scraps of a thousand other people and places. You can try to escape to fill a different shape. But at the end of the day, there's a place at the foot of the bed where your shoes hit the floor, and it's the same. It's always the same.”
    Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

  • #5
    Natalie Goldberg
    “Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.”
    Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within

  • #6
    Jessica Valenti
    “Now, should we treat women as independent agents, responsible for themselves? Of course. But being responsible has nothing to do with being raped. Women don’t get raped because they were drinking or took drugs. Women do not get raped because they weren’t careful enough. Women get raped because someone raped them.
    Jessica Valenti, The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women

  • #7
    Danusha Laméris
    “Fictional Characters"


    Do they ever want to escape?
    Climb out of the white pages
    and enter our world?

    Holden Caulfield slipping in the movie theater
    to catch the two o'clock
    Anna Karenina sitting in a diner,
    reading the paper as the waitress
    serves up a cheeseburger.

    Even Hector, on break from the Iliad,
    takes a stroll through the park,
    admires the tulips.

    Maybe they grew tired
    of the author's mind,
    all its twists and turns.

    Or were finally weary
    of stumbling around Pamplona,
    a bottle in each fist,
    eating lotuses on the banks of the Nile.

    For others, it was just too hot
    in the small California town
    where they'd been written into
    a lifetime of plowing fields.

    Whatever the reason,
    here they are, roaming the city streets
    rain falling on their phantasmal shoulders.

    Wouldn't you, if you could?
    Step out of your own story,
    to lean against a doorway
    of the Five & Dime, sipping your coffee,

    your life, somewhere far behind you,
    all its heat and toil nothing but a tale
    resting in the hands of a stranger,
    the sidewalk ahead wet and glistening.

    "Fictional Characters" by Danusha Laméris from The Moons of August. © Autumn House Press, 2014. Reprinted with permission”
    Danusha Laméris

  • #8
    Danusha Laméris
    “Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

    I'd always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar - though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.”
    Danusha Laméris

  • #9
    Laurie Penny
    “It is no surprise that so many women and girls have what are delicately called 'control issues' around their bodies, from cutting and injuring their flesh to starving or stuffing themselves with food, compulsive exercise, or pathological, unhappy obsession over how we look and dress. Adolescence, for a woman, is the slow realisation that you are not considered as fully human as you hoped. You are a body first, and your body is not yours alone: whether or not you are attracted to men, men and boys will believe they have a claim on your body, and the state gets to decide what you're allowed to do with it afterwards.”
    Laurie Penny, Unspeakable Things: Sex, Lies and Revolution

  • #10
    Anne Lister
    “Burnt… Mr Montagu’s farewell verses that no trace of any man’s admiration may remain. It is not meet for me. I love, & only love, the fairer sex & thus beloved by them in turn, my heart revolts from any other love than theirs.”
    Anne Lister, The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister: Volume I

  • #11
    Anne Lister
    “Somehow I relapse too often into a feeling of imperfect satisfaction with her… she wants tenderness in her manner towards me. She is too commonplace. Her sensibility seems rather weakness of nerve than the strength of affection. She thinks a good deal of her appearance & dress & has not had time to think much of taking care of mine yet. She is subject to a feeling of shame about me, such as at Scarbro’. I fancy she would sometimes rather be without me. She too much makes me feel the necessity of cutting a good figure in society & that, if I was in the background, she would not be the one to help me forward. She is not exactly the woman of all hours for me. She suits me best at night. In bed she is excellent.”
    Anne Lister, The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister: Volume I

  • #12
    Anne Lister
    “[I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world.]”
    Anne Lister, The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister: Volume I

  • #13
    Anne Lister
    “O books! books! I owe you much. Ye are my spirit’s oil without which, its own friction against itself would wear it out.”
    Anne Lister, The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister: Volume I

  • #14
    “I thought the earth remembered me,
    she took me back so tenderly,
    arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
    full of lichens and seeds.
    I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
    nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
    but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
    among the branches of the perfect trees.
    All night I heard the small kingdoms
    breathing around me, the insects,
    and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
    All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
    grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
    I had vanished at least a dozen times
    into something better.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #15
    Lemony Snicket
    “It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.”
    Lemony Snicket

  • #16
    Jim Henson
    “Life's like a movie, write your own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending.”
    Jim Henson

  • #17
    Jim Henson
    “Watch out for each other. Love everyone and forgive everyone, including yourself. Forgive your anger. Forgive your guilt. Your shame. Your sadness. Embrace and open up your love, your joy, your truth, and most especially your heart.”
    Jim Henson

  • #18
    Lemony Snicket
    “It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #19
    Virginia Woolf
    “Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #20
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #21
    J.K. Rowling
    “I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
    "You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #22
    J.K. Rowling
    “Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it.

    "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #23
    Will Rogers
    “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
    Will Rogers

  • #24
    Suzanne Collins
    “She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #25
    J.K. Rowling
    “I wish...I wish I were dead...”
    “And what use would that be to anyone?”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #26
    Charles Bukowski
    “I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #27
    Anne Sexton
    “Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.”
    Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

  • #28
    Karen Marie Moning
    “Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.”
    Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

  • #29
    Nick Hornby
    “A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they've all let him down.”
    Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down

  • #30
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt”
    Hunter S. Thompson



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