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“I dreamt my mother was slicing an apple onto thick cuts of meat and feeding it to me, slowly and sweetly, because I was dying”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“that in order to be attractive, irresistible, to be worthy of notice, was to be both beautiful and in open need, to be damaged. The perfect artistry of pretty and pain. Nabokov wrote that beauty plus pity is the closest we can get to art. I needed the teacher’s gaze to feel beautiful.”
― Alisson Wood, Being Lolita

“—like the soldering of human flesh after an operation.”
― Anaïs Nin, House of Incest

“I dreamed once that I stood naked in a garden and that it was carefully and neatly peeled, like a fruit. Not an inch of skin left on my body. It was all gently pulled off, all of it, and then I was told to walk, to live, to run. I walked slowly at first, and the garden was very soft, and I felt the softness of the garden so acutely, not on the surface of my body, but all through it, the soft warm air and the perfumes penetrated me like needles through every open bleeding pore. All the pores open and breathing the softness, the warmth, and the smells. The whole body invaded, penetrated, responding, every tiny cell and pore active and breathing and trembling and enjoying. I shrieked with pain. I ran. And as I ran the wind lashed me, and then the voices of people like whips on me. Being touched! Do you know what it is to be touched by a human being!”
― Anaïs Nin, House of Incest