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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”
― Anne Carson (Translator), Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”
― Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God

“Then the voice in your head silently tells you to take your foot off your throat because just getting along shouldn’t be an ambition.”
― Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric

“Shame lies. Shame a woman and she will believe she is fundamentally wrong, organically delinquent. The only confidence she will have will be in her failures. You will never convince her otherwise.”
― Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau

“Which monster do you choose?”
― John Ajvide Lindqvist, Let the Right One In

“You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.”
― Maya Angelou

“Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”
― Oscar Wilde

“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“We aren't here to eat, we are being eaten.
Come, pretty girl. Let us devour our lives.”
― Natalie Diaz, When My Brother Was an Aztec

“Rejection, I have found, can be the only antidote to delusion”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I think this story is about Hell. A version of it where you are condemned to do the same thing over and over again. Existentialism, baby, what a concept; paging Albert Camus. There’s an idea that Hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.”
― Stephen King, Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales

“Women don’t trust tears from men. They may say different, but down deep they don’t trust tears from men.”
― Stephen King, Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales

“And we have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it, with the eyes staying in the head.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets

“I remember, in the eighties, when crack first hit the scene, hearing all kinds of horror stories about how if you smoked it even once, the memory of its unbelievable high would live on in your system forever, and you would thus never again be able to be content without it. I have no idea if this is true, but I will admit that it scared me off the drug. In the years since, I have sometimes found myself wondering if the same principle applies in other realms - if seeing a particularly astonishing shade of blue, for example, or letting a particularly potent person inside you, could alter you irrevocably, just to have seen or felt it. In which case, how does one know when, or how, to refuse? How to recover?”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets

“In Mojave, our words for want and need are the same – because why would you want what you don’t need?”
― Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

“I think what you know in a language shows who you are in relation to that language. Not an instance of language shaping your worldview, but its obtuse inverse, where your worldview shapes what parts of the language you pick up. Not just : your language makes you, your language holds you prisoner to a particular way of looking at the world. But also : who you are determines what language you inhabit, the prison-house of your existence permits you only to access and wield some parts of a language.”
― Meena Kandasamy, When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife

“Men are insecure about beauty. They will want to hide it in you, and then, they will take their crippled minds to town and eye-fuck every girl they see.”
― Meena Kandasamy, When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife

“Every country has the government it deserves.”
― Joseph de Maistre

“It’s not that I hate men,” the woman says. “I’m just terrified of them. And I’m okay with that fear.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties

“I, on the other hand, still might not be considered a proper adult. I had been very grown-up in primary school. But as I continued through secondary school, I in fact became less grown-up. And then as the years passed, I turned into quite a childlike person. I suppose I just wasn't able to ally myself with time.”
― hiromi kawakami, The Briefcase

“Whoever invented marriage was an ingenious tormentor. It is an institution committed to the dulling of the feelings. The whole point of marriage is repetition. The best it aims for is the creation of strong, mutual dependencies.”
― Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

“Men--not just babies like you, but old men, too--they always need a woman to tell them the truth. Les hommes, ils sont impossibles.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one’s head spin. But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people’s pain.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.”
― Joan Didion, Blue Nights

“When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.”
― Joan Didion, Blue Nights

“Depression is a glove over the heart. Depression is an image of a glove over the image of a heart.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit

“To acknowledge death is to acknowledge that we must take another shape.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit

“The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit