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“For Sabina, living in truth, lying neither to ourselves not others, was possible only away from the public: the moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful. Having a public, keeping a public in mind, means living in lies. Sabina despised literature in which people give away all kinds of intimate secrets about themselves and their friends. A man who loses his privacy loses everything, Sabina thought. And a man who gives it up on his own free will is a monster. That is why Sabina did not suffer in the least from having to keep her love a secret. On the contrary, only by doing so could she live the truth.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Beyond myself, somewhere,
I wait for my arrival.”
― Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

“Tôi khóc những chân trời/ không có/ người bay/ Lại khóc những người bay/ không có/ chân trời.”
― Trần Dần

“You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye”
― Margaret Atwood