"When I first read the dictionary, I thought it was a long poem about everything."
Steven Wright
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"The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost."
G. K. Chesterton
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"Your poetry is lonely. And yet, you write to feel less alone."
I Wrote This For You: The Infinite Distance
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"my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me"
Audre Lorde, from “Recreation”
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I just walked home listening to Bright Eyes, eating salmon sushi and drinking tea.
I think I may have just had my first ‘indie’ experience.
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Haruki Murakami, IQ84
"I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are
azure
indigo
cerulean
cobalt
periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
He brings the sun."
David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility
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Libba Bray, Going Bovine
"You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries."
Unknown
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"Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That’s above and beyond everything else, and it’s not a mental complaint-it’s a physical thing, like it’s physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don’t come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people’s words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet."
Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story
