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  • #121
    Ocean Vuong
    “It’s the chemicals in our brains, they say. I got the wrong chemicals, Ma. Or rather, I don’t get enough of one or the other. They have a pill for it. They have an industry. They make millions. Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the millionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, “it’s been an honor to serve my country.”

    The thing is, I don’t want my sadness to be othered from me just as I don’t want my happiness to be othered. They’re both mine. I made them, dammit. What if the elation I feel is not another “bipolar episode” but something I fought hard for? Maybe I jump up and down and kiss you too hard on the neck when I learn, upon coming home, that it’s pizza night because sometimes pizza night is more than enough, is my most faithful and feeble beacon. What if I’m running outside because the moon tonight is children’s-book huge and ridiculous over the pines, the sight of it a strange sphere of medicine?
    It’s like when all you’ve been seeing before you is a cliff and then this bright bridge appears out of nowhere, and you run fast across it knowing, sooner or later, there’ll be another cliff on the other side. What if my sadness is actually my most brutal teacher? And the lesson is always this: you don’t have to be like the buffaloes.
    You can stop.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #122
    Ocean Vuong
    “There is so much I want to tell you, Ma. I was once foolish enough to believe knowledge would clarify, but some things are so gauzed behind layers of syntax and semantics, behind days and hours, names forgotten, salvaged and shed, that simply knowing the wound exists does nothing to reveal it.
    I don't know what I'm saying. I guess what I mean is that sometimes I don't know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #123
    Ocean Vuong
    “To love something, then, is to name it after something so worthless it might be left untouched—and alive.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #124
    Ocean Vuong
    “Ma, to speak in our mother tongue is to speak only partially in Vietnamese, but entirely in war.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #125
    Ocean Vuong
    “We were exchanging truths, I realized, which is to say, we were cutting one another.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #126
    Ocean Vuong
    “You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #127
    Ocean Vuong
    “Maybe in the next life we’ll meet each other for the first time—believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #128
    Ocean Vuong
    “It's not fair that the word laughter is trapped inside slaughter.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #129
    Ocean Vuong
    “From then on, I would fill in our blanks, our silences, stutters, whenever I could. I code switched. I took off our language and wore my English, like a mask, so that others would see my face, and therefore yours.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #130
    Ocean Vuong
    “What do you call the animal that, finding the hunter, offers itself to be eaten? A martyr? A weakling? No, a beast gaining the rare agency to stop. Yes, the period in the sentence—it’s what makes us human, Ma, I swear. It lets us stop in order to keep going.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #131
    Ocean Vuong
    “And because I was six, I remember believing color was a kind of happiness—so I took the brightest shades in the crayon box and filled my sad cow with purple, orange, red, auburn, magenta, pewter, fuchsia, glittered grey, lime green.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #132
    Ocean Vuong
    “They say addiction might be linked to bipolar disorder. It’s the chemicals in our brains, they say. I got the wrong chemicals, Ma. Or rather, I don’t get enough of one or the other. They have a pill for it. They have an industry. They make millions. Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the millionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, “It’s been an honor to serve my country.” The thing is, I don’t want my sadness to be othered from me just as I don’t want my happiness to be othered. They’re both mine. I made them, dammit. What if the elation I feel is not another “bipolar episode” but something I fought hard for? Maybe I jump up and down and kiss you too hard on the neck when I learn, upon coming home, that it’s pizza night because sometimes pizza night is more than enough, is my most faithful and feeble beacon. What if I’m running outside because the moon tonight is children’s-book huge and ridiculous over the line of pines, the sight of it a strange sphere of medicine? It’s like when all you’ve been seeing before you is a cliff and then this bright bridge appears out of nowhere, and you run fast across it knowing, sooner or later, there’ll be yet another cliff on the other side. What if my sadness is actually my most brutal teacher? And the lesson is always this: You don’t have to be like the buffaloes. You can stop. There was a war, the man on TV said, but it’s “lowered” now. Yay, I think, swallowing my pills.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #133
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #134
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “Words were different when they lived inside of you.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #135
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #136
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I hated being volunteered. The problem with my life was that it was someone else's idea.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #137
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I love swimming"
    "I know," I said.
    "I love swimming," he said again. He was quiet for a little while. And then he said, "I love swimming—and you."
    I didn't say anything.
    "Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #138
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “Do you think it will always be this way?”
    “What?”
    “I mean, when do we start feeling like the world belongs to us?”
    I wanted to tell him that the world would never belong to us. “I don't know,” I said. “Tomorrow.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #139
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I decided that maybe we left each other alone too much. Leaving each other alone was killing us.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #140
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #141
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “No wonder I stopped keeping a journal. It was like keeping a record of my own stupidity.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #142
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “Ari?” My father’s voice was soft. “Ari, Ari, Ari. You’re fighting this war in the worst possible way.”

    “I don’t know how to fight it, Dad.”

    “You should ask for help,” he said.

    “I don’t know how to do that, either.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #143
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “In your dream. You were looking for me."

    "I'm always looking for you," I whispered.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #144
    Sarah Ruhl
    “There are jokes about breast surgeons.
    You know-- something like-- I've seen more breasts in this city than--
    I don't know the punch line.
    There must be a punch line.

    I'm not a man who falls in love easily. I've been faithful to my
    wife. We fell in love when we were twenty-two. We had plans. There
    was justice in the world. There was justice in love. If a person was
    good enough, an equally good person would fall in love with that
    person. And then I met-- Ana. Justice had nothing to do with it.

    There once was a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was
    married to a nurse. He loved her-- immeasurably. One day Halsted
    noticed that his wife's hands were chapped and red when she came back
    from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is
    one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between
    inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love.

    When I met Ana, I knew:
    I loved her to the point of invention.”
    Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House and Other Plays

  • #145
    “We found out the ERC was going to cut us from the Class I ranks if we didn't stop losing. Coach asked Andrew for a miracle, and Andrew gave us one. He made Coach come up with a number between one and five, and that's how many points he let the other team get before he shut them out. It was probably the most badass thing I've ever seen.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Raven King

  • #146
    “One day I want you to look up 'insensitivity' in the dictionary," Matt said, annoyed. "I'm sure it'll do your ego wonders to see your picture printed there beside it.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Raven King

  • #147
    “I hate you,” Andrew said casually. He took a last long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the roof. “You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.”
    “I’m not a hallucination,” Neil said, nonplussed.
    “You are a pipe dream,” Andrew said.”
    Nora Sakavic, The King's Men

  • #148
    “Is your learning curve a horizontal line?”
    Nora Sakavic, The King's Men

  • #149
    “Who said 'please' that made you hate the word so much?"
    Andrew gazed at him in silence for a minute. "I did.”
    Nora Sakavic, The King's Men

  • #150
    “Now that number was gone, covered up by the jet-black image of a chess piece. Neil's knowledge of chess was hazy at best, but he knew for sure that wasn't a king. "You did it," Neil said, too stunned to manage anything else. "Let Riko be King," Kevin said, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. "Most coveted, most protected. He'll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?" Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. "I'm going to be the deadliest piece on the board." "Queen," Andrew said somewhere behind Neil.”
    Nora Sakavic, The King's Men



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