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Takashi Murakami: Chaos (1995) Located: Fukuoka, Japan

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I never believed that my parents loved me. I tried to love them but it didn’t work. It has taken me a long time to learn how to love – both the giving and the receiving. I have written about love obsessively, forensically, and I know/knew it as the highest value. I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you? I had no idea. I thought that love was loss.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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Catherine Gildiner, Good Morning, Monster: Five Heroic Journeys to Emotional Recovery

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