O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our soul’s as free Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! — George Gordon Byron (1788–1824)
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Cat, enough of your greedy whining and your small pink bumhole. Off my face! You’re the life principle, more or less, so get going on a little optimism around here. Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring. — Margaret Atwood
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When I think how far the onion has traveled just to enter my stew today, I could kneel and praise all small forgotten miracles, crackly paper peeling on the drainboard, pearly layers in smooth agreement, the way the knife enters onion and onion falls apart…
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寒鴉終於拼湊成 夜﹕黑色地圖 我回來了—歸程 總是比迷途長 長於一生 — 北岛 “黑色地图” in the end, cold crows piece together the night: a black map I’ve come home—the way back longer than the wrong road long as a life — Bei Dao (translated by Eliot Weinberger)
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Everyone in the room is cheering. This is what you do for a painting you love! We climb up on one another’s shoulders, wave pom-poms that match the palette. — Rebecca Morgan Frank
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