I'm born again when you read my poem and die when you forget my name.
-R. Clift, Voices in Giant Cities
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if i can't adore myself through all of this, who else will?
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What needs to be discharged is the intolerable tenderness of the past, the past gone and grieved over and never made sense of. Music ransoms us from the past, declares an amnesty, brackets and sets aside the old puzzles. Sing a new song. Start a new life, get a girl, look into her shadowy eyes, smile.
Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins
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