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  • #1
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “He was ugly, himself. Weird-ugly. But ugliness in a man doesn't matter, much. Ugliness in a woman is her life.”
    Joyce Carol Oates, Faithless : Tales of Transgression

  • #2
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.”
    Joyce Carol Oates, Faithless : Tales of Transgression

  • #3
    George R.R. Martin
    “I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

  • #4
    George R.R. Martin
    “The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.
    George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

  • #5
    Stephen  King
    “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
    Stephen King

  • #6
    Virginia Woolf
    “I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #7
    Virginia Woolf
    “The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #8
    Virginia Woolf
    “I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #9
    Virginia Woolf
    “I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
    Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being: A Collection of Autobiographical Writing

  • #10
    Virginia Woolf
    “I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

  • #11
    Virginia Woolf
    “How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”
    Virginia Woolf
    tags: art

  • #12
    Virginia Woolf
    “Clarissa had a theory in those days - they had heaps of theories, always theories, as young people have. It was to explain the feeling they had of dissatisfaction; not knowing people; not being known. For how could they know each other? You met every day; then not for six months, or years. It was unsatisfactory, they agreed, how little one knew people. But she said, sitting on the bus going up Shaftesbury Avenue, she felt herself everywhere; not 'here, here, here'; and she tapped the back of the seat; but everywhere. She waved her hand, going up Shaftesbury Avenue. She was all that. So that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places. Odd affinities she had with people she had never spoke to, some women in the street, some man behind a counter - even trees, or barns. It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places, after death. Perhaps - perhaps.”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #13
    “I saw that you were perfect and I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”
    Angelita Lim
    tags: love

  • #14
    Tony Kushner
    “Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm air, as close as I’ll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so.”
    Tony Kushner, Perestroika
    tags: hope

  • #15
    Tony Kushner
    “Harper: In your experience of the world. How do people change?

    Mormon Mother: Well it has something to do with God so it's not very nice.

    God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain! We can't even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It's up to you to do the stitching.

    Harper: And then up you get. And walk around.

    Mormon Mother: Just mangled guts pretending.

    Harper: That's how people change.”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America

  • #16
    Tony Kushner
    “Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions.”
    Tony Kushner, Millennium Approaches

  • #17
    Tony Kushner
    “Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.”
    Tony Kushner, The Illusion

  • #18
    Tony Kushner
    “Imagination can't create anything new, can it? It only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions... So when we thing we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfulness of our lives, it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable. Don't you think it's depressing?”
    Tony Kushner, Millennium Approaches

  • #19
    Tony Kushner
    “I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America

  • #20
    Tony Kushner
    “My whole life has conspired to bring me to this place, and I can’t despise my whole life.”
    Tony Kushner, Millennium Approaches

  • #21
    Tony Kushner
    “I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America
    tags: love

  • #22
    Tony Kushner
    “If the snake sheds his skin before a new skin is ready, naked he will be in the world, prey to the forces of chaos. Without his skin he will be dismantled, lose coherence and die. Have you, my little serpents, a new skin?”
    Tony Kushner, Perestroika

  • #23
    Tony Kushner
    “…if a thing can be said to be, to exist, then such is the nature of these expansive times that this thing which is must suffer to be touched. Ours is a time of connection; the private, and we must accept this, and it’s a hard thing to accept, the private is gone. All must be touched. All touch corrupts. All must be corrupted. And if you’re thinking how awful these sentiments are, you are perfectly correct, these are awful times, but you must remember as well that this has always been the chiefest characteristic of the Present, to everyone living through it; always, throughout history, and so far as I can see for all the days and years to come until the sun and the stars fall down and the clocks have all ground themselves to expiry and the future has long long shaded away into Time Immemorial: the Present is always an awful place to be.”
    Tony Kushner, Homebody/Kabul

  • #24
    Tony Kushner
    “It’s no fun picking on you Louis; you’re so guilty, it’s like throwing darts at a glob of jello, there’s no satisfying hits, just quivering, the darts just blop in and vanish.”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America

  • #25
    Tony Kushner
    “I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.”
    Tony Kushner, Millennium Approaches

  • #26
    Tony Kushner
    “When your heart breaks, you should die. But there’s still the rest of you. There’s your breasts, and your genitals, and they’re amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don’t get it, they just want him. Want him.”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America

  • #27
    Tony Kushner
    “It can be very hard to accept how disappointing life is, Harper, because that's what it is, and you have to accept it. With faith and time and hard work you reach a point where ... where the disappointment doesn't hurt as much, and then it gets easy to live with. Quite easy. Which ... is in its own way a disappointment.”
    tony kushner, Angels in America

  • #28
    Tony Kushner
    “It's the price of rootlessness. Motion sickness. The only cure: to keep moving.”
    Tony Kushner, Angels in America

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #30
    “I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
    In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me



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