- " I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles and shadow, miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth. " — The Bell Jar
- " Take one away from one and suddenly there’s not much left. The absence of one comes on like first frost: the weakest plants die first, then others, then others, until the world itself bears a whitish ripple from the point of departure outward. I feel for you when you get lost. There are dogs trained to find you under packed snow or in case of disaster. The world isn’t ending. The world hasn’t begun to end. Its least forgivable trait is persistence, the way what you lose forever leaves a hole that can never be refilled. The blindness comes with time or with snow. Everything goes white. Like how a star dies, beautiful and tragic. I’d like to be lost like that, not just vanished but leaving no trace but your thought of me. Your cold lack of me. " — Remainder, Charles Jensen
- " You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We’re all part of the same compost heap. We’re all singing, all dancing crap of the world. " — Chuck Palahniuk
- " The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. " — Katherine Mansfield
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