I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?
I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive.
— Laurie Anderson explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick
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You will always remember what you were doing / when it hurt the most.
— Ocean Vuong, “Untitled (Blue, Green, and Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
