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“To her, there was no touch as instantaneous and intuitive as the gaze. It was close to being the only way of touching without touch.
Language, by comparison, is an infinitely more physical way to touch. It moves lungs and throat and tongue and lips, it vibrates the air as it wings its way to the listener. The tongue grows dry, saliva spatters, the lips crack. When she found that physical process too much to bear, she became paradoxically more verbose.”
― Han Kang, Greek Lessons

“Before, the only thing I was interested in was love, how it grips you, how it terrifies you, how it annihilates and resuscitates you. I didn’t know then that it wasn’t even love that I was interested in but my own suffering. I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.”
― Ada Limon, The Hurting Kind: Poems

“Elle les avait démasqués de loin, les petits ambitieux qui la trouvait banale vue de face, mais très jolie vue de dot.”
― Pierre Lemaitre, Au revoir là-haut

“There is a solitude in this world
I cannot pierce. I would die for it.”
― Ada Limon, The Hurting Kind: Poems