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_{“Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.”}

David Foster Wallace

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_{“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”}

Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

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_{“Sometimes you’ve got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.”}

Christopher Barzak

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<sub>full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away
in the end</sub>

Hurt | Johnny Cash cover (Nine Inch Nails)

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_{did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
and did you exchange
a walk on part in a war
for a lead role in a cage?}

Wish You Were Here | Pink Floyd

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_{the one that you are looking for, you’re not gonna find her here, here
old gypsy woman spoke to me
said you’re a wolf, boy, get out of this town}

You're a Wolf | Sea Wolf

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_{I’m on my bed
my bed of stones
but in the end of the night we’ll rest our bones
so don’t you worry
just rest your head
'cause in the end of the night we’ll be together again}

Night | Zola Jesus

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_{that was years ago;
we're not those kids anymore
but I've never seen wild eyes like yours}

Wild Eyes | Paul Baribeau

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<sub>All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.</sub>

All Along the Watchtower | Bob Dylan

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_{If you are a monster, stand up.
If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend,
If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machine
If you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme,
If you kidnap maidens or dabble in dreams
Come stand by me.
If you have been broken, stand up.
If you have been broken, abandoned, alone
If you have been starving, a creature of bone
If you live in a tower, a dungeon, a throne
If you weep for wanting, to be held, to be known,
Come stand by me.
If you are a savage, stand up.
If you are a witch, a dark queen, a black knight,
If you are a mummer, a pixie, a sprite,
If you are a pirate, a tomcat, a wright,
If you swear by the moon and you fight the hard fight,
Come stand by me.
If you are a devil, stand up.
If you are a villain, a madman, a beast,
If you are a strowler, a prowler, a priest,
If you are a dragon come sit at our feast,
For we all have stripes, and we all have horns,
We all have scales, tails, manes, claws and thorns
And here in the dark is where new worlds are born.
Come stand by me.}

A Monstrous Manifesto | Catherynne M. Valente

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_{The big part of you has no words and it's a wolf. You know, that woman was a trap for you. She caught you and you couldn't get away, so you chewed off your own foot. That was the price you had to pay for your freedom. You know, Johnny had nothing to do with it. You did what you had to do between you and you. And now, now you're afraid because you know the big part of you is a wolf that has the courage to bite off its own hand to save itself from the trap of the wrong love. That's why there's been no woman since that "wrong woman," okay? You're scared to death of what the wolf will do if you try and make that mistake again.}

Moonstruck (1987)

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<sub>I looked at all the trees and didn’t know what to do.
A box made out of leaves.
What else was in the woods? A heart, closing. Nevertheless.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
I kept my mind on the moon. Cold moon, long nights moon.

From the landscape: a sense of scale.
From the dead: a sense of scale.

I turned my back on the story. A sense of superiority.
Everything casts a shadow.

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.</sub>

Detail of the Woods | Richard Siken

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_{There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.}

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_{“Your face is like a chamber where a king
Dies of his wounds, untended and alone,
Stifling with courteous gesture the crude moan
That speaks too loud of mortal perishing,
Rising on elbow in the dark to sing
Some rhyme now out of season but well known
In days when banners in his face were blown
And every woman had a rose to fling.
I know that through your eyes which look on me
Who stand regarding you with pitiful breath,
You see beyond the moment’s pause, you see
The sunny sky, the skimming bird beneath,
And, fronting on your windows hopelessly,
Black in the noon, the broad estates of Death.”}

Sonnet XXXVII | Edna St. Vincent Millay

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_{“All that is left to me is the sound of the snow underfoot.”}

Haruki Murakami translated by Alfred Birnbaum | Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

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_{“For I have cradled melancholy
And teased and worried naked folly
(Destroy me well destroy me true
And I will always think of you)”}

Rowland S. Howard, Genevieve McGuckin | Hide by These Immortal Souls, on Get Lost (Don’t Lie!)