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  • #1
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #2
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “You won’t understand what I mean now, but someday you will: the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #3
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #4
    Czesław Miłosz
    “The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness
    And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour,
    And for me, now as then, it is too much.
    There is too much world.”
    Czesław Miłosz, The Separate Notebooks

  • #5
    Jeff Vandermeer
    “The effect of this cannot be understood without being there. The beauty of it cannot be understood, either, and when you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. Desolation tries to colonize you.”
    Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

  • #6
    Jeff Vandermeer
    “That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.”
    Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

  • #7
    Shirley Jackson
    “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House



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