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We Were Eight Years in Power: An American Tragedy

by Ta-Nehisi Coates

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Jan 01, 2018 06:56PM

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“Was I like honey thinking it’s a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?”
― Miranda July, The First Bad Man

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“But these were days of self-fulfillment, where settling for something that was not quite your first choice of a life seemed weak-willed and ignoble. Somewhere, surrendering to what seemed to be your fate had changed from being dignified to being a sign of your own cowardice. There were times when the pressure to achieve happiness felt almost oppressive, as if happiness were something that everyone should and could attain, and that any sort of compromise in its pursuit was somehow your fault.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

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“Reservations were meant to be prisons, you know? Indians were supposed to move onto reservations and die. We were supposed to disappear.”
― Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

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“Addiction was the inverse of honest work. It was everything, right now. I drank away nervousness, and I drank away boredom, and I needed to build a new tolerance. Yes to discomfort, yes to frustration, yes to failure, because it meant I was getting stronger. I refused to be the person who only played games she could win.”
― Sarah Hepola, Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget

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“Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.”
― Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

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