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“His diaphragm fluttered. And of course it couldn’t have been lust or love and it didn't feel like like, so it must have been what the kids at school called like-like.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“If America is a melting-pot, then to me India is a thali, a selection of sumptuous dishes in different bowls. Each tastes different, and does not necessarily mix with the next, but they belong together on the same plate, and they complement each other in making the meal a satisfying repast.”
― Shashi Tharoor, Bookless in Baghdad: Reflections on Writing and Writers

“And I have to admit to myself that although I have plenty of sound reasons for not being a father—I know I would also be inconsistent and moody, alternately smothering and neglectful, plus I will never, ever be able to afford riding lessons or braces, let alone college—one of the reasons I don’t want children is fear. I’m afraid that if I ever did have children of my own I would love them so painfully it would rip my soul in half, that I would never again have a waking moment free from the terror that something bad might ever happen to them.”
― Tim Kreider, Selfish, Shallow, and Self-Absorbed: Sixteen Writers on The Decision Not To Have Kids