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- Kazuo Ishiguro - The Paris Review Interview: The Art of Fiction.

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“Her blood is dancing, she wants to live, and there is no life here.”

— Anton Chekhov, from In Exile.

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Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice — Chapter XLIX

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your problem is you think if you communicate with clarity and earnestness that people will actually understand you

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Yosa Buson, from a tanka featured in From the country of Eight Islands; an anthology of Japanese Poetry

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A gentle May evening…

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Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark — Chapter 2

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I'll borrow of imagination what reality will not give me.

Shirley by Charlotte Bronte

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“This done, I lingered yet a little longer: the flowers smelt so sweet as the dew fell; it was such a pleasant evening, so serene, so warm; the still glowing.”

— Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre.”

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Jane Austen, Emma - Chapter IV

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“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”

— Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka

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My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure. I create a myth and a legend, a lie, a fairy tale, a magical world, and one that collapses every day and makes me feel like going the way of Virginia Woolf. I have tried to be not neurotic, not romantic, not destructive, but may be all of these in disguises.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. IV: 1944-1947

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Coffee companion

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I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs.

Susan Sontag

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