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âItâs not ânaturalâ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say littleâhave few verbal means. Eloquenceâthinking in wordsâis a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.â
â Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: I think I'm beginning to see my life. I think I can already say, I have a vague desire to die. From now on I treat that word and my life inseparable.
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Oh to have someone talk about space, art, movies, literature, poetry, existence >>>>>>>>
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the entire point of life is to be silly, kind, and really weird btw.
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mature conversations mixed with a lil flirting and joking >>>>
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Ainât no reason to lie to me I barely be giving a fuck
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If u ever wanna hit on me pls be obvious I am stupid.
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are you worried
About what? But yeah
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stop being so forgiving, people know exactly what the fuck theyâre doing
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fallâlike seeking love in a whorehouse.
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Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; âThe Fliesâ
Text ID: you and I harbor the same dark secret in our hearts.
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I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.
Charles Bukowski, Women
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â E.M. Forster, Howards End
[text ID:Â The house was very quiet, and the fogâwe are in November nowâpressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]
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You shouldn't have left me with this silence.
â Anne Sexton, from âA Self-Portrait in Lettersâ â â Brother Dennis Farrell, 10th December 1966
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