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“The idea that my brains could be untangled, straightened out, and thus refashioned into a state of peace and sanity was a comforting fantasy.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

“So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me — a long, long road without a goal...”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

“These sorrowful musings on my imperfection were nothing compared to the awful realization that I had gained precisely nothing from reading the books of the very best writers; no avenues had opened up, no light gleamed ahead and it had done nothing but depress me. Wormlike, the awful thought began to gnaw at my heart that I should never make a writer.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, Black Snow

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles