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“I don’t want to give up my madness.”

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. I: “November, 1932”

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Why all the rules? I promise, I’m not trying to chain you with them. But I am made out of rules, tiny rulebooks with etiquette crumpled together to form my hair, and darker, heavier rulebooks, as heavy as any law and any justice this life has ever borne, clasped around my spine. Rules, rules, rules, holding me together, tearing me apart. My rules and other people’s rules about me, and idealistic, desirable rules that might, just might, never come to pass.

I am made out of rules. I remember them earlier than anything else, the beginning and end of my life. So, you see, to understand me you must understand rules. They are not there for you. They are there to stop me from falling apart.

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I take it day by day, and try to find something pleasant in each. Time passes me by, but the pain gets better

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… they walked side by side as if they belonged to each other. She was his conscience-keeper. She was far from forgiving him, but she was still farther from letting him go. And he walked at her side like a boy who has to be punished before he can be exonerated.

D. H. Lawrence · “Goose Fair.” The Complete Short Stories, Volume One (1922)

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Masao Yamamoto · Bonsai #4018 (2018)

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Marcel G. Lefrancq · Sculpture (1948)

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Last night, in a short half-sleep, it occurred to me that I should celebrate your birthday by visiting places that are important to you.

Franz Kafka · August 10, 1920, Letters to Milena (1952)

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Marcel Mariën · Lettre à Jane Graverol (c. 1954)

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Yevgeniy Repiashenko · No. 5, SPIRIT (2013)

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Her immense soul. For she was the World. And yet she was living so little. This was one of the sources of her humility and forced acceptance, and also kept her weak in the face of any possibility of action.

Clarice Lispector · An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures (1969)

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