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“If only people could travel as easily as words. Wouldn't that be something? If only we could be so easily revised.”
― Therese Anne Fowler, Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald

“... while I bathed, while I tried but failed to sleep, I considered how I might become more like the women I respected and admired. Surrounded as I was by ambitious, accomplished women, I couldn't ignore the little voice in my head that said maybe I was supposed to shed halfway, and do something significant. Contribute something. Accomplish something. Choose. Be.”
― Therese Anne Fowler, Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald

“I want you to be with me in the dark. To hold me. To keep loving me. To help me when I get scared. To come right to the edge and see what's there.”
― Jenny Downham, Before I Die

“We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.”
― Jenny Downham, Before I Die

“I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“I knew it would be you”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart.”
― Margaret Landon

“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
― David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

“A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years...”
― Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

“Whatever you are is all okay.
I don't like you anyway.”
― Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

“And from those brief moments I was living with a certainty that I was exactly where I should be, where everything is deeply quiet and deeply alive. I thought about the many aspects in this life that I could not control or understand despite how much I wanted to or tried. How my father’s life, my mother’s life, the lives around me and the figures from the past they are not mine to determine, not mine to map out no matter how much they shaped what I had become however much we were connected. I could only help in small ways, I could listen and piece together and recount. But what was truly mine was only a little, no, a miniscule speck of it all. And while this is a sort of devastation to me, when I knew it would take some time to fully accept, it felt nice at least to be on the way in spite of not knowing exactly how far I had come nor how far I have left to go.”
― Alexandra Chang, Days of Distraction

“To write is to make oneself the echo of what cannot cease speaking - and since it cannot, in order to become its echo I have, in a way, to silence it. I bring to this incessant speech the decisiveness, the authority of my own silence.”
― Maurice Blanchot