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Looking at the star-filled sky, I sometimes imagine it as a flowering garden, sometimes a dark, dangerous sea, sometimes a taciturn face flooded with tears.
Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961


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You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you’re some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you’ll be afraid to look away, you’ll be afraid to sleep.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves


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For many years, night had been friendly to me, the cocoon of quiet in which I read and wrote.
Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian


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I bury myself in the woods, but find it necessary to emerge again, that I may not lose sight of the wisdom and virtue which exalts my nature. What a long time it requires to know ourselves; and yet almost every one has more of this knowledge than he is willing to own, even to himself.
Mary Shelley


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I wanted the world I was a part of to be the kind of entity I could verify, and to verify your world you needed to be able to bend down and pick anything up. It couldn’t sometimes be there and sometimes not be.
Calamities by Renee Gladman


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The sea speaks to me and I begin to understand.
Semyon Lipkin, tr. by Yvonne Green, from Poems; By The Sea,


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I can look at my books and my flowers, my bare walls, and painted jars, and lovely clothes and heaped cushions and bare feet, my utter liberty, and be glad.
Mary Butts, from a journal entry featured in The Journals of Mary Butts,


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We fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body


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If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women who Run with the Wolves, c. 1992


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Artificer
noun
someone or something who creates the first prototype of a new object or concept


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Maybe there is no right thing to say. Maybe the right thing is just a myth, not really out there at all.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still


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Something slow and dark strikes me,
though just behind this agony,
I have held the stars in my hand.
Julia de Burgos, Bitter Song


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