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one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.

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Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

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My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?

—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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"And I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere."

—Anis Mojgani

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"And even now in the gathering dark of a late afternoon in December, of one more year stretching between us,I think of you. I remember."

—from Rattle #24, Winter 2005

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December. This heart full of tears and of night.

—Albert Camus, Notebooks

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It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.

—Sarah Kay

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The Eiffel tower is going to be deconstructed.

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Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012

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I know intense love always leads to mourning.

—Louise Gluck, The Triumph of Achilles

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What was in our stars That destined us for sorrow?

—Anna Akhmatova, from “Cinque"

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Also everything returns, but what returns is not what went away—

—Louise Glück, Winter Recipes from the Collective

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You are a fever I am learning to live with,

—Richard Siken

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I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

—Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

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One of us wants to eat, one of us is going to be swallowed up in little pieces

—Hélène Cixous, The love of the Wolf