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“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image,”
― Joan Didion, The White Album: Essays

“Time passed and my childhood grew thin and flat, paperlike. It was tired and threadbare, and in low moments it didn’t look like it would last until I was grown up.”
― Tove Ditlevsen, Childhood

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess is caged in the consulate. The man with the candy will lead the children into the sea. The naked woman on the ledge outside the window on the sixteenth floor is a victim of accidie, or the naked woman is an exhibitionist, and it would be “interesting” to know which.”
― Joan Didion, The White Album: Essays

“Life offers no guarantees. To anyone. It waits for nobody. It has no consideration for anyone.”
― Sofía Segovia, The Murmur of Bees