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“Everything matters so much and so little; it is disgusting.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“Tears would be useless, an insult to a suffering deeper than the farthest abyss of the ocean.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“Being a god and loving mortals means nothing more than watching them die.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“Would it change her? Back in her childhood she used to have holy feelings, knifelike flashes that laid the earth open like a blue watermelon, when the sun came down to her like an elevator she was sure she could step inside and be lifted up, up, past all bad luck, past every skipped thirteenth floor in every building human beings had ever built. She would have these holy days and walk home from school and think, After this I will be able to be nice to my mother, but she never ever was. After this I will be able to talk only about what matters, life and death and what comes after, but still she went on about the weather.”
― Patricia Lockwood, No One Is Talking About This