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“Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy-blossom which the commonest yellow-underwing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us. They are hybrid creatures, neither gay like butterflies nor sombre like their own species. Nevertheless the present specimen, with his narrow hay-coloured wings, fringed with a tassel of the same colour, seemed to be content with life.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Death of the Moth and Other Essays

“They don't know that I'm dead, and my ghost is holding on.”
― Nina Simone

“Your addiction to thinking will come back to haunt you.”
― Natsume Sōseki, Light and Darkness

“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury