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“The first set had ended things. The second was just to let the air in.”
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“A lava lamp, then, is a perfect poem. A liquid hourglass of light, it measures out time in stanzaic blobs.”
“She would like to believe the appreciation of beauty is never a waste. But this does not an essay write.”
“I write plays that are architecturally sound but packed with unexpected things.”
"Loneliness is not the same as depression, though they are often connected."
“Theoretically we love the forced communions of urban life. Practically we avoid them.”
“it was great to be a little sick with fear but / it’s better to be alive with a driver’s license”
“Keeping a journal is a perilous thing, and we should be warned against it as children.”