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The way you'd say my name like it was the medicine and the fever.

—Megan Falley, Drive Here and Devastate Me

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Once you kill another human being there is no going back… it’s a bit like being reborn, I suppose. But no ordinary birth—it’s a metamorphosis. What emerges from the ashes is not a phoenix, but an uglier creature: deformed, incapable of flight, a predator using its claws to cut and rip.

—Alex Michaelides, The Maidens

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“They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.”

—Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

—Margaret Atwood, Variation on the Word Sleep

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I leaned in closer, like a fool, [...]. Someone tricked into thinking that words should be read.

—Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

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My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.

—Warsan Shire

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She was my anchor. And then I suppose she was my burden. She seemed so small at the end, and so heavy.

—The Haunting of Bly Manor

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Juliet is the sun.

—William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

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...There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

—Homer, The Iliad

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Solitude was like a drug that she wasn’t sure she wanted to do without.

—Leïla Slimani, The Perfect Nanny

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Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.

—Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy.

—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

[thecomparison]

Hurt people hurt people more skillfully. An expert heartbreaker knows the effect of each incision. The blade slips in barely noticed, the pain and the apology delivered at the same time.

—Anonymous, Diary of an Oxygen Thief

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Dance like you're stamping on a human face forever, love like you've been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like there's no such thing as God.

—Warren Ellis

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Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.

—Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

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I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.

—Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

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She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

—Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone