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We created our own world of discussion, desire, and love, living on champagne, roses, snow, rain, and borrowed time, an intense and private island of restored life for both of us.

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

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It’s the misfit’s myth. It goes like this: Even at the moment of your failure, you are beautiful. You may not know this yet, but you have the ability to endlessly make yourself up from your own ruins. That’s your beauty.

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Misfit's Manifesto

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I’m trying to tell you something important. About people like me. About misfits. You see, it is important to understand how damaged people don’t always know how to say yes, or to choose the big thing, even when it is right in front of them. It’s a shame we carry. The shame of wanting something good. The shame of feeling something good. The shame of not believing we deserve to stand in the same big room in the same way as all those we admire.

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Misfit's Manifesto

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What it felt like to be me was that I was among the walking dead, and I lived at the bottom of a very dark ocean. A ghost person living in some sea wreckage.

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Misfit's Manifesto

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Our vulnerabilities make us most human, most beautiful, most like each other.

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Misfit's Manifesto

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Misfits know a great deal about how to step out of one reality and into another. Sometimes it’s the thing that saves your life.

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Misfit's Manifesto

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Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase

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Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase

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Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase

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Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase

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Charles Bukowski, "the silver mirror," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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Charles Bukowski, "the artist," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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Charles Bukowski, "gone away," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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Charles Bukowski, "rape," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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Charles Bukowski, "rape," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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Charles Bukowski, "poor Mimi," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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Charles Bukowski, "Nana," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire