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“Blame is just an echo of pain, a veil across the face of the one you blame. I blame God. I want to complain to the boss of God about God. What if the boss of God is rain and the only way to speak to rain is to open your mouth to the sky and drown?”
― Victoria Chang, Obit

“You're a mother, Ma. You're also a monster. But so am I - which is why I can't turn away from you. Which is why I have taken god's loneliest creature and put you inside it. Look.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“am i really so porous that someone could just bleed into me?”
― Kim-Anh Schreiber, Fantasy

“If you cut out a rectangle of a perfectly blue sky, no clouds, no wind, no birds, frame it with a blue frame, place it faceup on the floor of an empty museum with an open atrium to the sky, that is grief.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit