How I Did Waste And Exhaust My Heart.
How I did waste and exhaust my heart.
Anne Carson, Kinds of Water
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Make much of me why don't you.
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I believe in ending sentences with a preposition in order to give the ideas a way out.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
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Tomorrow either I will murder you or you will rinse the knife in water
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Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Despair recognizes its own ridiculousness
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
A bird pecks at the corroded corner of the sky
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Sometimes, there seems to be a halfway point between where you've been and everywhere else, and we were there.
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An attempt to intensify the horror by containing it in symmetry.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
