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“I wasn’t convinced anyone felt the exact same way I did. That’s the rub about being human, I guess. You have all these tools to express yourself, art and music and poetry and stuff, but no one will ever truly know how you feel unless you somehow manage to create a projection of your brain and play it on to the wall. Even then it might not be as vivid. Even then it might not be as close.”
― Savannah Brown, The Truth About Keeping Secrets

“But it seemed to him the world was brighter, more intense, more alive than he had remembered. Colours were more vibrant, shimmering; the scents of ordinary things, wet pavement, bricks in sunlight, unripe peaches, felt layered and dizzyingly complex.”
― Steven Price, Lampedusa

“because we'll someday ache
for any regular sunday in june
where the sun was a sure
thing and breath tasted like warm
grass and there was not a single
indication the cosmos would one
day shut like your eyes, tight
with pleasure.”
― Savannah Brown, Sweetdark

“I'd shut myself out for so long that I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be included, to be seen, to be heard.”
― Savannah Brown, The Truth About Keeping Secrets