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“...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“This is the Widow Maung. She sells me things.”
“Drugs. I am his drug dealer.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

“Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar