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“What does love mean?” Mom asked mischievously. “To discover beauty.”
― Won-pyung Sohn, Almond

“Lastly, and I know it sounds like an excuse, but neither you nor I nor anyone can ever really know whether a story is happy or tragic.”
― Won-pyung Sohn, Almond

“The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful.
They have been concentrated in a smaller space, the space of the mind.
They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.

And yet the notes recur. They hover oddly
in anticipation of silence.
The ear gets used to them.
The eye gets used to disappearances.

You will not be spared, nor will what you love be spared.”
― Louise Glück, Averno

“We were always sincere with each other. Even when we were joking around, we were sincere.”
― Hiromi Kawakami, Strange Weather in Tokyo