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“And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.”
― Jane Austen

“I patch together a living language out of reanimated parts, like Frankenstein, and feel no disgust at scrabbling in the charnel house. Each of us makes her own monster, who earns a cozy co-tenancy of our tomb. We’re all the last native speakers of a language that dies with us. Am I so special for tasting the rot on my tongue? For knowing whose remains I’m kitted out in?”
― Shelley Jackson, Half Life

“But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.”
― Carole Maso, The Art Lover

“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway