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“‘Get your fucking hands off me, goddamn it!’ bellowed Florynce Kennedy, enormous peace sign earrings flying, her head wrapped in a red turban.”
Good and Mad, by Rebecca Traister
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
—Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, J.K. Rowling
“Awago Beach is this place.”
This One Summer, Jillian and Mariko Tamaki
“No one remembers her beginnings.”
Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown
“Son,
Last Sunday the host of a popular news show asked me what it meant to lose my body.”
Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehishi Coates
History does not repeat, but it does instruct.
On Tyranny, Timothy Snyder
The first time I got drunk was on Elijah’s wine.
A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit
“Inspiration is the unforeseen quantity, the muse that assails at the hidden hour.”
- Devotion, Patti Smith
“On a street in Paris, a woman pauses to light a cigarette.”
- Flâneuse, Lauren Elkin
You think about being small, A child.
Bestiary, Donika Kelly
It was late in the Spring when I noticed that a girl was following me, nearly the end of May, a month that means perhaps or might be.
Dietland, Sarai Walker
Paris is a ceaselessly mythologized city.
Paris in Stride, Jessie Kanelos Weiner and Sarah Moroz
I have never been comfortable in my own body.
Sick, Porochista Khakpour
I like the lady horses best.
Bright Dead Things, Ada Limón
My work is loving the world.
Thirst, Mary Oliver
Dear Naomi, I've finished the bloody book.
The Power, Naomi Alderman
In later years, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay like to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier's greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini.
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Michael Chabon