Natasha Cobb

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“The whole business of what’s reality and what isn’t has never been solved and probably never will be. So I don’t care to be too definite about anything. I have a lot of edges called Perhaps and almost nothing you can call Certainty.”
Mary Oliver, Blue Horses

Lisa Allen-Agostini
“This is how I does see the world: by reading books. I does go to London, Hong Kong, Siberia, even, when I read a book. I does meet all kind of people. Learn all kinds of words. Live all kinds of lives.”
Lisa Allen-Agostini, The Bread the Devil Knead

Lisa Tuttle
“When I told my mother about the dream, she was puzzled. "But what's scary about that? You were never scared of that doll."
I shook my head, meaning that the doll I'd owned ⎯ and barely remembered ⎯ had never scared me. "But it was very scary," I said, meaning that the reappearance of it in my dream had been terrifying.
My mother looked at me, baffled. "But it's not scary," she said gently. I'm sure she was trying to make me feel better and thought this reasonable statement would help. She was absolutely amazed when it had the opposite result, and I burst into tears.
Of course she had no idea why, and of course I couldn't explain. Now I think ⎯ and of course I could be wrong ⎯ that what upset me was that I'd just realized that my mother and I were separate people. We didn't share the same dreams or nightmares. I was alone in the universe, like everybody else.”
Lisa Tuttle, My Death

Ocean Vuong
“I shouted to the cop who pulled us over for dreaming.

I'm not high, officer, I just don't believe in time.

Tomorrow, partly cloudy with a chance.”
Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother

Albert Camus
“and I satisfied the two thirsts one cannot long neglect without drying up—I mean loving and admiring. For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it. In the clamor in which we live, love is impossible and justice does not suffice.”
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

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