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“It occurred to me then that identity is a hierarchy. We are primarily one thing, and then we're primarily another, and then another, and so on, until death- in succession. Each new identity assumes the throne of Self, but takes us further from our original self, perhaps our core self- the child. Yes, evolution, maturation, the path towards wisdom, it's all natural and healthy, but there's a purity to childhood, which is diluted with each iteration.”
― Spare
― Spare
“When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story,” he said. “When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.”
― On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
― On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
“Anita comforted me, utterly confused by my wailing. 'Well, what made you think you were in an exclusive relationship?' 'Because Anita, we just were! I was living there in his apartment!' Silence. 'Living with him, or just staying there in the weekends when you came home from school?' 'Anita, I've been with him for years now!' 'Viola, if there was no conversation with him about being exclusive in the relationship, then you weren't. I'm sorry. You just thought you were because, what, you love him?' Anita was very matter-of-fact.”
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“If incarceration had come to define the lives of men from impoverished black neighborhoods, eviction was shaping the lives of women. Poor black men were locked up. Poor black women were locked out.”
― Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City
― Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City
“You can't just make me different and then leave," I said out loud to her. "Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was fine with just me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die." For she had embodied the Great Perhaps—she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps. I could call everything the Colonel said and did "fine." I could try to pretend that I didn't care anymore, but it could never be true again. You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in your goddamned labyrinth. And now I don't even know if you chose the straight and fast way out, if you left me like this on purpose. And so I never knew you, did I? I can't remember, because I never knew.”
― Looking for Alaska
― Looking for Alaska
Anusha’s 2025 Year in Books
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