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I quit smoking in December. I'm really depressed about it. I love smoking, I love fire, I miss lighting cigarettes. I like the whole thing about it, to me it turns into the artist's life, and now people like Bloomberg have made animals out of smokers, and they think that if they stop smoking everyone will live forever. — David Lynch

Life is about finding yourself in the magnificence of life. — Debasish Mridha

There is a small difference between being sad and grieving about something. When we want something and we don't get it, we get upset or sad. But if this continues and keeps on repeating, our sadness accumulates in our hearts and turns into a grief — Tushar Upreti

Language always gives you away. — George Carlin

Women have been driven mad, "gaslighted," for centuries by the refutation of our experience and our instincts in a culture which validates only male experience. The truth of our bodies and our minds has been mystified to us. We therefore have a primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each others' sense of reality for the sake of expediency; not to gaslight each other.
Women have often felt insane when cleaving to the truth of our experience. Our future depends on the sanity of each of us, and we have a profound stake, beyond the personal, in the project of describing our reality as candidly and fully as we can to each other. — Adrienne Rich

Just don't eat all of it," Ram fusses. "It could be tampered with. You should show it to your dad first, he'll know
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"Ram has Seahorse Syndrome," Sahara tells me wisely.
"What's that?" I ask.
"In seahorses the dad's the one who gets pregnant and has babies. We learned about it in life science class. Ram thinks he's a mother hen. So he must be a seahorse. — Rose Christo

When the outlook is steeped in pessimism, I remind myself, "Two and two still make four, and you can't keep humankind down for long." — Bernard Baruch

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance. — S.J. Watson

art as the spirit wanes the form appears. — Charles Bukowski