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  • #1
    André Aciman
    “We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
    Andre Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #2
    André Aciman
    “Is it better to speak or die?”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #3
    André Aciman
    “Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #4
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Who am I? Who am I?”
    “You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs. You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen. You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way. You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it. You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again. You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”

    "And who are you?"
    "I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #5
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “None of them really wanted to listen to someone else’s story anyway; they only wanted to tell their own.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #6
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Fairness is for happy people, for people who have been lucky enough to have lived a life defined more by certainties than by ambiguities.
    Right and wrong, however, are for—well, not unhappy people, maybe, but scarred people; scared people.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #7
    “Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
    Narcotics Anonymous

  • #8
    Franz Kafka
    “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
    Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

  • #9
    Donna Tartt
    “Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #10
    Oscar Wilde
    “You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #11
    Oscar Wilde
    “Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #12
    Oscar Wilde
    “Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #13
    Osamu Dazai
    “This novel was doomed from the start. All posture and no substance. Whether I write one page or a hundred, it amounts to the same thing. Though I knew this from the start.”
    Osamu Dazai, The Flowers of Buffoonery

  • #14
    Oscar Wilde
    “The fact is that the public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing.”
    Oscar Wilde, Only Dull People Are Brilliant at Breakfast

  • #15
    Alice Winn
    “Gaunt was woven into everything he read, saw, wrote, did, dreamt. Every poem had been written about him, every song composed for him, and Ellwood could not scrape his mind clear of him no matter how he tried.”
    Alice Winn, In Memoriam



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