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"Reading this with a prefrontal cortex and almost no baseline knowledge is so awesome why did no one mention it’s like if Mary Oliver wrote Dune" Apr 03, 2026 09:55AM

 
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"reading this book post-grad feels like meeting up with an ex you still have feelings for 😪 evolutionary linguistics come home the kids miss youuuu" Jul 19, 2025 08:54PM

 
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Edith Wharton
“But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.”
Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

Emily Brontë
“Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Annie Proulx
“Late in the afternoon, thunder growling, that same old green pickup rolled in and he saw Jack get out of the truck, beat up Resistol tilted back. A hot jolt scalded Ennis and he was out on the landing pulling the door closed behind him. Jack took the stairs two and two. They seized each other by the shoulders, hugged mightily, squeezing the breath out of each other, saying, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, then, and easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouths came together, and hard, Jack’s big teeth bringing blood, his hat falling to the floor, stubble rasping, wet saliva welling, and the door opening and Alma looking out for a few seconds at Ennis’s straining shoulders and shutting the door again and still they clinched, pressing chest and groin and thigh and leg together, treading on each other’s toes until they pulled apart to breathe and Ennis, not big on endearments, said what he said to his horses and his daughters, little darlin.”
Annie Proulx, Brokeback Mountain

Emily Brontë
“Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Annie Proulx
“There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it.”
Annie Proulx, Brokeback Mountain

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