December 2011
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am i irreparably broken
Women were brought up to believe that men were the answer. They weren’t....
– Julian Barnes, A History of the World in 10½ Chapters
I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions....
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside...
– Jodi Picoult (Handle with Care)
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Oh great, I found another author to obsess over.
“The things that the novel does not say are necessarily more numerous than those it does say and only a special halo around what is written can give the illusion that you are reading also what is not written.” ― Italo Calvino
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inexplicably true.
Don’t be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to...
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I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be normal.
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