A Roar and a Coldness

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Nina Leen | Betty and Barbara Bounds | 1947

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I luxuriate more in a whole day alone; a day of easy natural poses; slipping tranquilly off into the deep water of my own thoughts, navigating the underworld.

Virginia Woolf

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Glissements Progressifs du Plaisir | Alain Robbe-Grillet 

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Activism is my rent for living on the planet

Alice Walker

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We want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward. Have you seen someone fall in love with his own shadow? That’s what we’ve done. Leave partial loves and find one that’s whole.

Rumi | Masnavi

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The word ‘however’ is like an imp coiled beneath your chair. It induces ink to form words you have not yet seen, and lines to march across the page and overshoot the margin. There are no endings. If you think so you are deceived as to their nature. They are all beginnings. Here is one.

Hilary Mantel | Bring Up the Bodies

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Lauren Bacall | Nina Leen

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i want to live so densely. lush. and slow in the next few years, that a year becomes ten years, and my past becomes only a page in the book of my life.

nayyirah waheed

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Gregory Crewdson | Beneath the Roses

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I wait and ache.

Sylvia Plath 

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Is the scene always visual? It can be aural, the frame can be linguistic: I can fall in love with a sentence spoken to me: and not only because it says something which manages to touch my desire, but because of its syntactical turn (framing), which will inhabit me like a memory.

Roland Barthes | A Lover’s Discourse | 1979

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“The Man with the Miniature Orchestra,” by Dave Algonquin. “There were phrases of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony that still made Coe cry. He always thought it had to do with the circumstances of the composition itself. He imagined Beethoven deaf and soul-sick, his heart broken, scribbling furiously while death stood in the doorway clipping his nails.” “Still, Coe thought, it might have been living in the country that was making him cry. It was killing him with its silence and loneliness. Making everything ordinary too beautiful to bear.

Ken Cosgrove | Mad Men 

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Nina Leen | 1948