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"The man grows curious or he forgets or he ignores the consequences or he simply doesn’t care. The point is: Eventually he disregards his wife’s one request. He looks@

"When buyers praise his wife’s work, he tells them all how he is desperately, deeply, achingly in love.

(Do not ask, ever: Would the crane wife be able to say the same?)"

"In any case, it is always the same: The man falls in love.

(Does the woman?)

In any case, they marry."

“I love you,” I told her.

“You need me,” she corrected me, pretty bleakly.

“No,” I said. “I love you.”

“You barely know me,” she replied."

o să INCERC sa citesc a full length novel wish me luck ca mor plang SHORT STORYURILE NU S SUFICIENT AM NEVOIE SA MA CUFUND IN CEVA MAI COMPLEX

should have never given free speech to white men😟

“I’m not sure if I was madder at her or you at the time, though I’ve since forgiven her. Why wouldn’t I? You’ve left both of us, and it’s a big thing, to have that in common.”

“The future was a country we all wanted so badly to visit.”

“When did you start feeling trapped, I wonder? You were caught in a weird net of fate and love and the future and the past. You loved Dad, but your love kept you hostage. You loved me, but you knew that someday, I’d transform myself into someone you didn’t recognize.”

“That’s not my name,” I told him. “It’s the one she gave me, but it was never mine.”

“Considered as a whole, in all its possible states, the universe is time-invariant. When this insight is worked out and understood at a mathematical level,6 one both achieves and loses one’s liberty. We are freed from one enchantment, only to be ensorcelled by another."

“Time can jump you like that. Leave you bruised in an alley with no memory at all.”

“But when I arrive I will find no Snow Queen, no enchantment, no wicked, beautiful woman who stole you away.
Only you.
You, who choose cold falseness over true life.”

"A woman stood before senators and said, believe me, I was—
A woman stood before senators and said, believe—
A black woman said, listen, and no one heard.
A dusky child cried, and no one comforted him.
An indifferent cartographer divided other people’s countries into everlasting wars.
The physicist died. Her male colleagues received a Nobel Prize.5
The Devil looked upon his work and laughed.”

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“This is how the Devil’s mirror worked:
A woman warned a city of its destruction, of soldiers creeping in by craft, and her friends and family laughed her mad.
The city burned.”

i hope i'll have my attention span back BY TOMORROW LONGEST. i just wanna read a full length novel that is not a romanian classic written by a deranged man😕

“She looks over at her dad, who has brought his Miller Lite halfway to his mouth and is holding it there, gaping at the woman onscreen. Maggie understands, even then, that she wants other men to look at her this way, that this is something all little girls should aspire to. ”

sadly i thought so too😐

“What did they do?” she asks. “What did they do?”
“Hush,” the Sister says. “They brought you back. They had their fun and then they brought you back.”

“she can feel every place they cut her and will forever.”

“Her father treats her like a china doll. Whenever she turns away, she can feel his gaze burrowing into her back, her wings.”

😕

“And although later she will construct many reasons for why she falls in love with him, ”

“With each breath Maggie lifts further and further out of her body until she is not here at all, she is running through a forest until her legs and lungs give way, until the lights catch up to her and they—

“. She doesn’t care, doesn’t feel the wound, only gathers her son in her arms and takes in his wet, algal smell, and her urge to protect him is so strong that it does not occur to her to wonder if someone someday will need protecting from him.”

he's so Jacks coded🫶🫶(he eats apples)

“The kisses he’d planted on her mouth lingered, deep as cuts upon her flesh, and their memory made her ache. Yet she muffled this pain, tried to erase his touch from her mind. She decided she’d imagined the whole encounter, possessed by a strange, feverish dream. She could be good, she could forget, she must.”

“She had no sweetheart, though she’d kissed a couple of boys from the town. She’d spent too much time conjuring a dream lover to accept a commoner. ”

me

“Recipe 3: A Rich (Bastard) Stew
 
Method: First, catch yourself a rich bastard. Invite him to an elitist club where he is told that his “need” for meat will now be filled by consuming impoverished citizens, and once you have his trust and have taken several months’ worth of his money, butcher his corpse to feed the other bastards.
Let them eat themselves to death."

“ Can you tell me you’re a good person, sir, or that this is any worse than the fate you’d have given to another human being?”

“For God’s sakes, stop the sniveling. No, you cannot have any bloody mercy! Wouldn’t you have killed and eaten one of us? Haven’t you eaten your fellow gentlemen, six boxes’ worth? Wasn’t this in your original purpose in going to Neil’s Delicatessen, in paying the joining fee, in coming here tonight? ”

“Besides, any minute now and the sedatives in that wine should kick in. These are your last moments, sir, and I suggest you spend them with dignity. It’s a better death than we ever gave cows, and it’s certainly no worse than whatever death you’d have given to your hypothetical victim.”