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“There are things that happen and leave no discernible trace, are not spoken or written of, though it would be very wrong to say that subsequent events go on indifferently, all the same, as though such things had never been.”
― A. S. Byatt, Possession

“But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.”
― Carole Maso, The Art Lover

“And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.”
― Jane Austen

“I patch together a living language out of reanimated parts, like Frankenstein, and feel no disgust at scrabbling in the charnel house. Each of us makes her own monster, who earns a cozy co-tenancy of our tomb. We’re all the last native speakers of a language that dies with us. Am I so special for tasting the rot on my tongue? For knowing whose remains I’m kitted out in?”
― Shelley Jackson, Half Life