Andrea

“It was a night in late August, a night that rekindled in rattling windows and tree branch palsy that lost recollection of autumn, misplaced for the succession of bright summer distractions, trapped heat in small rooms and sweaty underarms.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Intuitionist

“We often play small, so as not to threaten other people. We don’t want to intimidate them by our brightness, but the truth is, you do them and yourself a disservice by dimming what you’ve been given—your intelligence, your light. Those are your gifts.”
― RuPaul, GuRu

“There is no path toward oneself that leads away from the pain.”
― Gabor Maté, Scattered: How Attention Deficit Disorder Originates and What You Can Do About It

“We are bits of meat in a watery broth. Sweet-tallow candles waiting to be lit. Pleasure makes us numb, stupid, inert. Pain sparks our wicks. The light and scent of pain—the greater the better—draws the attention of the mighty. The prodigious. The vast and numberless. And that frisson, between the pain, the effluent release of it, and the intention of the deliverers and emissaries, brings forth the miasma.”
― John Hornor Jacobs, A Lush and Seething Hell: Two Tales of Cosmic Horror