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She falls back like a dead weight. The red hair loosens from the hair band and spreads in the colorful surface of the pillows, her white body is in sharp contrast, the gleam in her bloodshot eyes becomes intense and shines. My aunt, lying like this, looks like a goddess in an orgasm, only that, inside, she is suffering. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. The same is happening to us, we're really disappearing. I think of the matter of our bodies, changeable, disappearing in the particles of the air while we breathe. In this room, everywhere, we are printed on the walls, in the air that settles on things. I breathe and look at her. I'm stuck in her. — Pat R

Science begs literature to develop wings. — Santosh Kalwar

I just walked out of the room. I was like, I'm embarrassed, so I need to leave. — Maddie Ziegler

If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse. — Beryl Markham

And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart. — Anthony Bourdain

The computer brings out the uptight perfectionist in us - we start editing ideas before we have them. — Austin Kleon

Love, anger, depression, joy and dreams ... And Zeppelin. Totally. — Jeff Buckley

I have had a lot of training as an actor, but it's very different than being on set. — Eloise Mumford

For a moment Tess felt her strange, inappropriate happiness teeter. It was as though she were balanced on a narrow crevice surrounded by chasms of grief. One wrong thought and down she'd tumble. — Liane Moriarty

So what's your story?" he asked, sitting down next to me at a safe distance. "I already told you my story. I was diagnosed when - " "No, not your cancer story. Your story. Interests, hobbies, passions, weird fetishes, etcetera." "Um," I said. — John Green

An ancient memory of this love haunts all of us all the time, and beckons us to return. — Marianne Williamson