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I'm sorry I'm the one you love. No one will ever love me like you again.

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You make me so sad, my friend. I love you with an aching. But I’ve been holding sorrow in the hollow of my throat for too long. Maybe, however unlikely it may seem in this moment, I’ll learn to let go. One day, I will love you simply.

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Is any of this getting through to you, or do you want me to go on for a while? Never stop. There has not been – If you're teasing me, I'm just going to kill you.

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So I let you down. Didn’t give in and fall under the spell of a bona fide Venetian artist on the street, replete with easel. A modern Casanova – wow. I remember that pathetic last Ciao you gave me at the railway station.

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Like through the jointed grass, the long-stemmed deer almost vanishes. But a hound has already found her flattened tracks, and he’s running through the fields towards her.

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A girl who cannot become a princess is doomed to become a witch.

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I realized then that it was the only reason he kept me close – as a contingency. The truth is, he can’t stand to be around me. Because I’m not her. There’s nothing I can do for him. Nothing I can offer but my presence – though it only reminds him of his loss.

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Your father goes out. He meets his friends in barrooms or at the Club. You and Jamie have the boys you know. You go out. But I’m alone. I’ve always been alone.

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Who is so safe and so sound? Who is a flirt but never a threat?

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These accidents have included: locust swarms, pus tornadoes, and the creation and subsequent obliteration of a mirror version of our town, forcing all of us to watch our identical counterparts perish – and thus confront the inevitability of our own futures.

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You like to think you know him, but you don’t. After all that time training him, building him, raising him, and you don’t know who he is at all. I know enough. Then you know he is, at a fundamental level you could never damage, good. You failed.

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I held close to my imperfection, and to my imperfect Carlos. And I carried him out of the cube into this world that will disappoint us. Finally, free. And he said – actually, I recorded the whole conversation. Of course. Because I’m never without my microphone.

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There's a lot of ways to make money in this world, but I can't recommend insurance fraud.

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Devouring souls, I should have lived forever. But their undigested remains bred in me a deadly nephritis, with fear, restlessness, sinking spirits, hatred, suspicion, vision disturbed. I collapsed at last with a shriek.

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I certainly didn't understand what you were trying to tell me about the rules for who was an acceptable target for one's affections, or that those rules might differ depending on where we were, or who was around us to see.

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You would have her suffer and die. I would spare her that fate! That is not for you or anyone else to decide – ever again.

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They wondered how many other eyes were in Count Olaf’s house, and whether, for the rest of their lives, they would always feel as though Count Olaf were watching them even when he wasn’t nearby.

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He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all.

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While desire, like a monster, crawls up out of the lake.

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There is nothing more humiliating to me than my own desires. Nothing that makes me hate myself more than being burdensome and less than self-sufficient. I did not want to feel like the kind of nagging woman who might exist in a sit-com.

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To achieve his goal, he’s certainly willing to sacrifice everything. What’s the point of a life where you’re basically killing yourself?

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Everything's gonna be okay soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day.

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Try your whole life to be righteous and be good. Wind up on your own floor choking on blood.

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The sea isn’t a place but a fact, and a mystery under its green and black cobbled coat that never stops moving.

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And in the dark room, the lovers sleeping in each other’s arms. We are, each of us, the one who wakens first, who stirs first and sees, there in the first dawn, the stranger.

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Marry me a little, body, heart, and soul. Passionate as hell, but always in control. Want me first and foremost. Keep me company.

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A year ago, if you had done something like this, I would’ve thought you were just trying to be a hero. And now? Now that I know you better, I realize it was just a really stupid thing to do.

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It was so simple. So clean. So clearly communicated. This extreme contrast was all the evidence anyone needed to know that real life was not entertainment.

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She is shackled to the earth by all these people that she loves, and she has no words to explain her own restlessness. She feels monstrous. Why doesn’t she love this? Why doesn’t she want to stay?

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I was happy, which is not like me at all. For an hour I was feeling ten feet tall, and I had myself a ball – I was heading for a fall.

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Aphrodite wields her beauty and her charm with much the same lethality as I could wield the spear. I have seen her handiwork first-hand, and it is often not as pretty as she is.

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There is no clever reply for the object of his affections telling him he deserves execution. It seems unthinkable that he had so gently brushed his hair out of his face only a half hour or so ago.

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What is never said may eventually be forgotten completely.

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Who did you leave me for? Can't wait to find out who you like more. Who has been sniffing around your back door? You dirty little…

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“You didn’t think I would hear that,” he crowed, accusatory and delighted all at once. “I suppose Mokona must be back within range. What a tragedy! Kuro-sama is secretly romantic when he thinks no one can understand him!”

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I am dirty, Milena, infinitely dirty, this is why I scream so much about purity. No one sings as purely as those who inhabit the deepest hell – what we take to be the song of angels is their song.

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I can handle him. When he’s like this? I know you see him grieving over his dad and it hurts, and it eats you up inside. If he kept needling you, do you really think you’d say something? Or would you grin and bear it, because you – well. You know.

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I am going to tell you something, little creature. You are swimming further and further out to sea, and beyond are things blind and terrible, and I am showing you now... They are blind, but they are seeing you. And you are coming to them.

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What about Lamiroir vanishing and reappearing?! Oh, that? I guess I’m so used to seeing that happen I didn’t even notice. (So young to be so jaded…)

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The only stars there really are were shining in your eye. There is no sun except the one that never shone on other guys. The moon to whom the poets croon has given up and died. Astronomy will have to be revised…

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Do you want to know why I stopped calling? It’s because I didn’t need you anymore. I can’t believe how pathetic you are. That’s why you have him now, huh? Needed someone to trail along after you like a lost puppy? You need him to want you.

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When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you. Yet, always, you forgive me.

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(on Catholic guilt) The underneath of the chair will never, or at least rarely, be seen. Yet in reality, one still must paint that section – and must with the same amount of exacting detail and care as the rest of the chair – because God will see it, even if no one else does.

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How cruel are you? How could you murder him? A smarty-pants like you should be able to figure out that your uncle died from snakebite, not from murder. Look at those teeth marks. Look at this pale, pale face. Look at these staring eyes. Stop it! Don’t talk like that!

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I never say a word in case I come off needy.

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When you fall on your head do you land on your feet? Are you tense when you sense there's a storm in the air? Can you find your way blind when you're lost in the street? Do you know how to go to the Heaviside Layer?

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If we don’t go into the past and find out how we got this way, we will think that we were always this way.

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Was it for this I uttered prayers, and sobbed, and cursed, and kicked the stairs – that now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half past eight?

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The pasts of his ancestors lean against him. Crowd him. Fog out his identity. Hundreds of hungers mingle with his own, hundreds of voices advise so dexterously that he quite considers his reactions his, judges he walks most powerful alone, that everything is simply what it is.

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I read through the postcards you continue to send, where as indirectly as you can you ask what I remember. I like these torture devices from my old best friend.

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