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"They are so caught up in their happiness that they don't realize I'm not really a part of it. I am wandering along the periphery. I am like the people in the Winslow Homer paintings, sharing the same room with them but not really there. I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that's not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood. . . . There are moments I just sit in my frame, float in my tank, ride in my car and say nothing, think nothing that connects me to anything at all."
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"She walked in somber seclusion, unable to connect with women despite her heart's desire to do so while being shadowed by men who hungered for the indefinable; and while she yearned for friendship, they yearned for something more and what she had been in search of remained removed from her, and the more she erected barriers, the more they crossed them and each time they did, she turned from them and hid."
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"GreenHollyWood, I think that you asked me why I don't get out?- I'm kinda in hateful state, I hate to watch the fucking liars to lie in front of my face and backward to put the knife in my back. Why I stay home?- It's awesome place, I feel safe and out of the ignorance there is always somebody to harass for to get attention."
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"He was a solitary figure in a vast landscape while she was a face in a nameless crowd."
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"The world has nothing to offer me, no single shred of interest. I'm a woman trapped on a balcony, watching a passing parade, a blur of noise and motion that eventually turns to a single point on the horizon, a gutter full of trampled and muddy cups, and the sense of wasting an afternoon."
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"There is only one solitude, and it is great and is not easy to bear, and to almost everyone there come hours when they would gladly exchange it for some kind of communion, however banal and cheap, for the appearance of some slight harmony with the most easily available, with the most undeserving. But perhaps those are just the hours when solitude grows; for its growing is painful like the growing of boys and sad like the beginning of Spring."
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"I gaze out of the window at the lanes of red taillights streaming towards the hills, the city laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, the view confirming that I was much more alone than I thought, and all those red lights inspired nothing more than a sense that I, too, should be fleeing somewhere."
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"I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them, I have nothing in common with them."
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"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear."
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"They are so caught up in their happiness that they don't realize I'm not really a part of it. I am wandering along the periphery. I am like the people in the Winslow Homer paintings, sharing the same room with them but not really there. I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that's not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood. . . . There are moments I just sit in my frame, float in my tank, ride in my car and say nothing, think nothing that connects me to anything at all."
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"I sometimes sit on my roof. Not to be closer to god. To be further from y'all."
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"If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the painful process of finding it."
Self
"We always underestimated our own participation in magic. That is, we thought of magic as something that existed with or without us. But that's not true. Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them, and then deem them so. Ryan and Avery will say the first moment they spoke, the first moment they danced, was magical. But they were the ones-no one else, nothing else-who gave it the magic. We know. We were there. Ryan opened himself to it. Avery opened himself to it. And the act of opening was all they needed. That is the magic."
Magic
"What are your interests?""Your son in my room," I said."Excuse me?""The sun and the moon," I said. "Astronomy."
Curiosity
"As we become the distant past, you become a future few of us would have imagined."
Future
"It might feel like the end of the world--but it's the beginning of your art."
Art
"The good old days needed a lot of improvement. People aren't the only things that get better with age."
Perspective
"I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative."
Solitude
"Either way, you were connected. By your desires. By your defiance. By the simple, complicated fact of who you were."
Identity
"I showed him the Post-it. "You see They're from Lily."Who's Lily?"Some girl."Ooh... a girl!"Boomer, we're not in third grade anymore. You don't say, 'Ooh... a girl!'"What? You fucking her?"Okay, Boomer, you're right. I liked 'Ooh... a girl!' much more than that. Let's stick with 'Ooh... a girl!"
Friendship
"We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home."
Nature
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