The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
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You don't need darkness to do what you think is right.
And I can tell that she’s closed her eyes to shut me out. You know, I become like an intruder. And behind those closed lids, you know, her eyes are now rolled all the way around and staring intently inward into some void where l, who sent them, can’t follow.
—
David Foster Wallace, Brief Interviews With Hideous Men
You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can’t sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.
—
Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing
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