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"The prose is not immaculate as i remembered - quite on the nose, actually. that is to be expected of a book that i read when i was 15. But its still quite whimsical and fun.
Also my boy jest. I love jest - but damn he is the biggest red flag - and i say this because he reminds me of someone from my weird relationship. That charm is just TOO charming he unnerves me!!!" — Nov 14, 2025 12:56AM
"The prose is not immaculate as i remembered - quite on the nose, actually. that is to be expected of a book that i read when i was 15. But its still quite whimsical and fun.
Also my boy jest. I love jest - but damn he is the biggest red flag - and i say this because he reminds me of someone from my weird relationship. That charm is just TOO charming he unnerves me!!!" — Nov 14, 2025 12:56AM
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
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“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.”
― Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
― Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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