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“Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? but that somehow in the streets of London, on the ebb and flow of things, here, there, she survived, Peter survived, lived in each other, she being part, she was positive, of the trees at home; of the house there, ugly rambling all to bits and pieces as it was; part of people she had never met; being laid out like a mist between the people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

“Because everyone knows yellow pain, pressed into American letters, turns into gold. Our sorrow Midas touched. Napalm with a rainbow afterglow. Unlike feelings, blood gets realer when you feel it. I'm trying to be real but it costs too much.”
― Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother

“i could not speak so i wrote myself into silence”
― Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother

“Because my uncle never killed himself—but simply died, on purpose.”
― Ocean Vuong, Time is a Mother