Sublime
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated,
Stephenie Meyer • Eclipse
“Most poets are poor, dreary fellows who hang about at the court in hope of a pension. I should not like to see you join them.”
Sophie Gee • The Scandal of the Season: A Novel
cannot rid ourselves of what we condemn.’
John Yorke • Into The Woods: How Stories Work and Why We Tell Them
This is the key to it.
This is the key to everything.
Preciously.
I am worse than the gamekeeper's children
picking for dust and bread.
Here I am drumming up perfume.
Let me go down on your carpet,
your straw mattress - whatever's at hand
because the child in me is dying, dying.
It is not that I am cattle to be eaten.
It is not that I am some sort of street.