Alex

“Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“A new immigrant, within two years, will come to know that the salon is, in the end, a place where dreams become the calcified knowledge of what it means to be awake in American bones — with or without citizenship — aching, toxic, and underpaid.

I hate and love your battered hands for what they can never be.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Nuoširdžiai manau, kad didžioji literatūra mirė, todėl išnyko ir mirtis kūrinių finaluose, nes beveik visas menas dabar yra kuriamas tam, kad žmonės mirtį pamirštų.”
― Giedra Radvilavičiūtė, Šiąnakt aš miegosiu prie sienos

“In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

I miss you more than I remember you.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous