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“[] no man is ever free and probably could not bear it if he were...”
― William Faulkner, Go Down, Moses

“The heart beneath the breastbone pumping. The blood on its appointed rounds. Life in small places, narrow crannies. In the leaves, the toad's pulse. The delicate cellular warfare in a waterdrop. A dextrocardiac, said the smiling doctor. Your heart's in the right place. Weathershrunk and loveless. The skin drawn and split like an overripe fruit.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
― Danielle LaPorte

“I was wrong. I admit it. I believed that there were things which still mattered just because they had mattered once. But I was wrong. Nothing matters but breath, breathing, to know and to be alive.”
― William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!