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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

— J.D. Salinger.

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@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

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"The curious and the forbidden. The temptation of knowing second-hand without experience, omnipotence."

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Susan Nathiel, Daughters of Madness

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I wear my gender like a corset Look at my coat & you’ll never know who I am Look beneath & who knows The moon sets somewhere Over a naked meadow Where the sun will never rise

— Santino DallaVecchia, from “Hell,” published in Glass

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From The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955

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As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh, Susan Sontag.

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   — Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964

[text ID: I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.]

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― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

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The Female Body has many uses. It's been used as a door knocker, a bottle-opener, as a clock with a ticking belly, as something to hold up lampshades, as a nutcracker, just squeeze the brass legs together and out comes your nut. It bears torches, lifts victorious wreaths, grows copper wings and raises aloft a ring of neon stars; whole buildings rest on its marble heads.

It sells cars, beer, shaving lotion, cigarettes, hard liquor, it sells diet plans and diamonds, and desire in tiny crystal bottles. Is this the face that launched a thousand products? You bet it is, but don't get any funny big ideas, honey, that smile is a dime a dozen.

It does not merely sell, it is sold. Money flows into this countryor that country, lies in, practically crawls in, suitful after suitful, lured by all those hairless preteen legs. Listen, you want to reduce the national debt, don't you? Aren't you patriotic? That's the spirit. That's my girl.

She's a natural resource, a renewable one luckily, because those things wear out so quickly. They don't make 'em like they used to. Shoddy goods.

The Female Body - Good Bones and Simple Murders

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If you ask a human being what makes his flesh creep more, a bat or a bomb, he will say the bat. It is difficult to experience loathing for something merely metal, however ominous. We save these sensations for those with skin and flesh: a skin, a flesh, unlike our own.

My life as a bat - Good Bones and Simple Murders, Margaret Atwood

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“That's what I consider true generosity. You give your all and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.”

— Simone de Beauvoir

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“I don’t know whether I love tea or the ceremony of it.”

— John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

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“…the highway became their home and movement their medium of expression.”

— John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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waterborn, natasha trethewey | nietzsche | archbudzar on instagram | a great hope fell, emilio dickinson | the third hour of the night, frank bidart

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"If you crush a cockroach, you're a hero. If you crush a beautiful butterfly, you're a villain. Morals have aesthetic criteria."

~ Nietzsche

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dear march—come in— by Emily Dickinson