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“She was, after all, a woman scholar in a country whose word for madness derived from the word for a womb.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“I'm with him, but that's exactly the problem. If I'm not enough with him...then I'll never be enough without him. And just because he chose me once doesn't mean he'll choose me every time, especially when I'm no longer so convenient.”
― Alexene Farol Follmuth, My Mechanical Romance

“Still, something did not seem right, and Robin could tell from Victoire’s and Ramy’s faces that they thought so too. It took him a moment to realize what it was that grated on him, and when he did, it would bother him constantly, now and thereafter; it would seem a great paradox, the fact that after everything they had told Letty, all the pain they had shared, she was the one who needed comfort.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Pretty Words"

Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
And tender ones, like downy-feathred birds:
Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
Come to my hand, and playful if I wish,
Or purring softly at a silver dish,
Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds.

I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.”
― Elinor Wylie, Selected Works