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“This idea is so basic that when I first thought of it, I felt very brilliant, and then I wondered if I was an idiot.”
― Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

“Solitude was corrupting me. I needed company and care. My heart was a hysterical, unreliable organ.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?”
— Thomas Builds-the-Fire, Smoke Signals (Sherman Alexie)
favorite quote.”
― Sherman Alexie, Smoke Signals: A Screenplay

“I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need.”
― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration