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  • #1
    “Our understanding of the interior lives of those who are not like us is contingent on their ability to articulate themselves in the language we know.”
    Samra Habib, We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir

  • #2
    Margaret Atwood
    “Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

  • #3
    Paulo Freire
    “The more radical the person is, the more fully he or she enters into reality so that, knowing it better, he or she can transform it. This individual is not afraid to confront, to listen, to see the world unveiled. This person is not afraid to meet the people or to enter into a dialogue with them. This person does not consider himself or herself the proprietor of history or of all people, or the liberator of the oppressed; but he or she does commit himself or herself, within history, to fight at their side.”
    Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed

  • #4
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin

  • #5
    Leslie Feinberg
    “Who was I now—woman or man? That question could never be answered as long as those were the only choices; it could never be answered if it had to be asked.”
    Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

  • #6
    Leslie Feinberg
    “Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
    Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    James Baldwin
    “Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
    James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

  • #10
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “I was both relieved and irritated when Reva showed up, the way you'd feel if someone interrupted you in the middle of suicide.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

  • #11
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “Oh, sleep. Nothing else could ever bring me such pleasure, such freedom, the power to feel and move and think and imagine, safe from the miseries of my waking consciousness.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

  • #12
    Marya Hornbacher
    “Some people who are obsessed with food become gourmet chefs. Others become eating disorders.”
    Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

  • #13
    Yasunari Kawabata
    “He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako’s life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman’s existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.”
    Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country

  • #14
    Yasunari Kawabata
    “Her manner was as though she were talking of a distant foreign literature. There was something lonely, something sad in it, something that rather suggested a beggar who has lost all desire.”
    Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country

  • #15
    Yasunari Kawabata
    “The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love—where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?”
    Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country
    tags: heart, love

  • #16
    Colson Whitehead
    “Like the moon, you're only good and visible a few days a month. Exerting influence, pulling up whitecaps. The rest of time falling away, cut up into parts and nobody knows where you are.”
    Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

  • #17
    Andrea Dworkin
    “Female knowledge of objectification usually stops at a necessary but superficial understanding: beauty is rewarded and lack of beauty is punished. The punishments are understood as personal misfortune; they are not seem as systematic, institutional, or historical. Women do not understand that they are also punished through sexual use for being beautiful; and women do not understand the lengths to which men go to protect themselves and their society from contamination by ugly women who do not induce a lustful desire to punish, violate, or destroy, though men manage to punish, violate, or destroy these women anyway.”
    Andrea Dworkin

  • #18
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated



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