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    Jennifer Egan
    “And then I notice the music flooding out of every part of the apartment at once — the couch, the walls, even the floor — and I know Bennies alone in Lou’s studio, pouring music down around us. A minute ago it was “Don’t Let Me Down”. Then it was Blondie’s “Heart of Glass”. Now it’s Iggy Pop’s “The Passenger”. Listening, I think, You will never know how much I understand you.”
    Jennifer Egan

  • #2
    Naomi Wolf
    “Pain is real when you get other people to believe in it. If no one believes in it but you, your pain is madness or hysteria.”
    Naomi Wolf

  • #3
    Dan Chaon
    “It doesn't matter what you do. In the end, you are going to be judged, and all the times that you're not at your most dignified are the ones that will be recalled in all their vivid, heartbreaking detail. And then of course these things will be distorted and exaggerated and replayed over and over, until eventually they turn into the essence of you: your cartoon.”
    Dan Chaon, Among the Missing

  • #4
    Dan Chaon
    “You can go on like this for a very long time, and no one will notice. You keep thinking you're going to hit some sort of bottom, but I'm here to tell you: There is no bottom. ”
    Dan Chaon, Among the Missing

  • #5
    Bret Easton Ellis
    “And later when we got into the car, he took a turn down a street that I was pretty sure was a dead end. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I don't know" he said "just driving". "But this road doesn't go anywhere" I told him. "That doesn't matter." "What does?" I asked, after a little while. "Just that we're on it, dude." He said.”
    Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

  • #6
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “In all marriages there is the imbalance: one who loves more than the other. One who licks wounds in secret, the rust-taste of blood.”
    Joyce Carol Oates, Sourland

  • #7
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “Like many shy people, once he began talking he seemed not to know how to stop; he lacked the social sleight of hand to change the subject, and he had no idea how to engage another person. Like a runaway vehicle, he plunged on, heedless.”
    Joyce Carol Oates, Sourland



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