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Andrea Gibson

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground. ― Andrea Gibson, from “Photograph,” Pole Dancing To Gospel Hymns (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008) Advertisements

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Virginia Woolf

For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens it so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the inkpot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing. — Virginia Woolf, Orlando. (Penguin Classic; Abridged edition, October 3, 2000) Originally published October 11th… Continue reading Virginia Woolf

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Peter Cameron

I often feel like I want to think something but I can’t find the language that coincides with the thoughts, so it remains felt, not thought. — Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You; A Novel (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2007)

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Audre Lorde

I am the sun and moon and forever hungry the sharpened edge where day and night shall meet and not be one. — Audre Lorde, from “From the House of Yemanjá,” The Black Unicorn: Poems. (W. W. Norton & Company; Reissue edition, August 17, 1995) Originally published 1978.

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Marilyn Hacker

…we grope through languages and hesitate and touch each other, speechless and amazed; and every day our bodies separate us farther from our planned, deliberate ironic lives. — Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, And The Changing Of The Seasons. (W. W. Norton & Company; Reprint edition, March 17, 1995)

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