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“Is it my relative sanity that makes my life here so painful, so desperate, so hopeless? Loosen my grip on that, and perhaps life both in the asylum and out becomes much easier...”
― Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

“A yawning hole deep inside me was begging to be filled up with words and thoughts and ideas and facts and fictions.”
Callum McGregor”
― Malorie Blackman, Noughts & Crosses

“We are machines, all of us...
And what does a machine do when too much is assigned to it? When too much coal, too much ink, too much information is forced violently through its channels?
Why, it stutters, it chokes, finally, it shuts down.
Where do they put the broken machines?
There is only one place.”
― Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

“As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space
an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning
view all created things like this.”
― Red Pine, The Diamond Sutra