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– Jamaica Kincaid from Lucy

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Sylvia Plath from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices”

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And from that moment, I watched her. Watched her with different coloured eyes, until the raging energy that coursed through my body finally revealed itself and gave itself name: envy. For I knew already that something had taken me from me, and had replaced it with a desperate longing for a time before; a time before fear, a time before shame. And now that knowledge had a voice, and it was a voice that rose from the depths of my years and howled into the night sky like a wounded animal longing for home.

When God Was A Rabbit by Sarah Winman (2011)

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But let me see if—using these words as a little plot of land and my life as a cornerstone— I can build you a center.

Qiu Miaojin

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How to Write an Autobiographical Novel by Alexander Chee

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There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul. Horrible as successful artists often are, there is nothing crueler or more vain than a failed artist.

Erica Jong | Fear of Flying