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Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
October, Mary Oliver
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‘The things you remember have no form. When you write about them, you have to give them a beginning, a middle and an end. To give life Shape - this is what a writer does. This is what is so difficult.’
- Jean Rhys in an interview with Elizabeth Vreeland
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”
Enlightenment, 2013, Mi-Young Choi
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020
― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951
Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
[ Text ID: Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little I learned to love my life. ]
Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You
Ruth Awad, from “Let me be a lamb in a world that wants my lion”
Daphne du Maurier, from The Parasites
“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”
— Lauren Oliver
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Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning. – C.S. Lewis
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