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“It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

“The sun is a thief: she lures the sea
and robs it. The moon is a thief:
he steals his silvery light from the sun.
The sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“She is the only island for you in your life. From her there is no turning back for you. Only around her does the sea have color.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“Genius is an infinite capacity for causing pain.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

“Extreme good, extreme evil: the abilities required are similar.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!”
― Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being

“Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold . . .” The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

“I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

“Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

“You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hours, day after day, year after year, and then the sudden moment: the knife stab, the shell-burst, the plummet of the car from the bridge.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

“They're in love. Fuck the war.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

“When you alter yourself, the alterations become the truth...”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

“The notes went out crystalline into the clean winter morning, to sound on the far, snowy peaks.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country