September 2011
“But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running...”
– James Joyce
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“Sometimes they were together so often that it felt as though they really were a...”
– Stieg Larsson, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo
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“And she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were...”
– Shutter Island, Dennis Lehane
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‘It’s funny about love’, Sophia said. ‘The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.’
‘That’s very true,’ Grandmother observed. ‘And so what do you do?’
‘You go on loving,’ said Sophia threateningly. ‘You love harder and harder.’
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“At night, books, talk, passion. As he pours his passion into me I feel that I...”
– Anaïs Nin
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A love story can never be about full possession. The happy marriage, the requited love, the desire that never dims—these are lucky eventualites but they aren’t love stories. Love stories depend on disappointment, on unequal births and feuding families, on matrimonial boredom and at least one cold heart. Love stories, nearly without exception, give love a bad name. We value love not...
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“Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of...”
– Zadie Smith
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If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.
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“You look at me, you look at me closely, each time closer and then we play...”
– Julio Cortazar
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“Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed...”
– Anais Nin to Henry Miller
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You belong between the lines of my palm when I close my hand.
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Love was something your spine memorized.
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“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I...”
– Dylan Thomas
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“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words...”
– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
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When it comes to the dark fuckery of the human...
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I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life...
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