“ I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands. ”
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“ What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool? ”
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“ This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful. ”
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“ Stories are like genies...They can carry us into and though our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they dance, sometimes they weep, sometimes they sing. Like genies, everyone has one. Like genies, sometimes we forget that we do. Our stories can set us free...When we set them free. ”
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“ If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you ”
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“ Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her JahLove angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he lookedthe angel in her dreambut she didn't know how to find him. Should she rollerskate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed? ”
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“ I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind. ”
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“ I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beatup cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write. ”
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“ War is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are not. Without the distractions that make life worth living. ”
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“ L.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . .Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn't even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after. ”
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“ You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are. ”
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“ It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out. ”
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“ They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred. ”
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“ I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be. ”
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“ I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beatup cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write. ”
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