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“In other words, I loved her. And I was unhappy. But how could she have understood this unhappiness of mine?”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Funny, she thinks. How you can forget about a person entirely and then up they pop, perfectly formed, for seemingly no reason at all.”
― Hannah Regel, The Last Sane Woman

“The carnation knife must be pulled out of the waistband and then put to the throat of Saturn, dragging the blade across the skin and stubble of his neck, letting his ink drip. Because if that is what he wants, to write, let him write his own blood letter on the cloth and foam of his mattress. A dense, warm prose that stains the floors and always reappears six coats of paint later. Something that will remain longer than any novel will.”
― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

“He was a man who looks at the wisteria like a man who knows how wisteria should be looked at.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves