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“Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most – you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Do I not live? Badly, I know, but I live.”
― Sophocles, The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides

“It seemed both proper and at the same time deeply unfair that so much of life was left to chance.”
― Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These

“bodies laid out, poor and broken, living and dead. Strange, she thinks, perhaps even perverse, that we are denied the measure of ourselves that we may take of others.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton