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Caroline siterer On earth we're briefly gorgeous av Ocean Vuong (side 106)
00:43, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Why did I feel more myself while reaching for him, my hand midair, than I did having touched him?
Caroline siterer On earth we're briefly gorgeous av Ocean Vuong (side 96)
00:41, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I who was taught, by you, to be invisible in order to be safe.
Caroline siterer On earth we're briefly gorgeous av Ocean Vuong (side 78)
00:40, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were a god, you'd know it's a flood.
Caroline siterer On earth we're briefly gorgeous av Ocean Vuong (side 75)
00:39, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Memory is a choice. You said that once, with your back to me, the way a god would say it.
Caroline siterer On earth we're briefly gorgeous av Ocean Vuong
00:36, 4. januar 2021* Ingen har det som favoritt.
Perhaps to lay hands on your child is to prepare him for war.
Caroline siterer On earth we're briefly gorgeous av Ocean Vuong (side 4)
00:34, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I didn't know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves.
Caroline siterer The lying life of adults av Elena Ferrante (side 149)
00:29, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
If she hadn't in some way filled the void he left she would have fallen into it and died.
Caroline siterer The lying life of adults av Elena Ferrante (side 66)
00:25, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I discovered that I had a space inside me that could swallow up every feeling in a very short time.
Caroline siterer The lying life of adults av Elena Ferrante (side 38)
00:22, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Maybe at that moment something somewhere in my body broke, maybe that's where I could locate the end of my childhood.
Caroline siterer The lying life of adults av Elena Ferrante (side 11)
00:19, 4. januar 2021 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I slipped away, and am still slipping away, withing these lines that are intended to give me a story, while in fact I am nothing, nothing of my own, nothing that has really begun or really been brought to completion: only a tangled knot.
All the best ones went. We were left with the lesser ones. It's always like that in war.
'I love you,' I tell her.
'That's a terrible thing to say to a girl,' she replies
What are the old for, if not to envy the young?
Perhaps this is an illusion all lovers have about themselves: that they escape both category and description.
Caroline siterer The only story av Julian Barnes (side 1)
14:23, 21. august 2020 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally, the only real question.
When I kissed him, it was like jumping off the top of a cliff, every time.
Suddenly, the space between us felt very small.
'We were close' said Lorna softly. 'Very. And then we weren't.'
Love's just too painful a secret to keep.
This is what he does. He makes stories into weapons.
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