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There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.

Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan (via quotespile)

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The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.

Rebecca Solnit, Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes as Politics

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The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.

Rebecca Solnit, Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes as Politics

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“That’s your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what.”

— Stephen King

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[Image description: open book with a dedication “For the good who have gone early and are well remembered.”]

[Image description: open book with a dedication “To all Mardi Gras lovers past, future and present.”]

[Image description: open book with a dedication “For Robert with gratitude and pride.”]

[Image description: open book with a dedication “To all our gay children- yesterday, today, and tomorrow.”]

[Image description: open book with a dedication “For my people with love in struggle- and in honor of two pioneers Jeanette Howard Foster (author of Sex Variant Women in Literature) and Harry Hay (a founder of the Mattachine Society)]

[Image description: open book with a dedication “For Simone de Beauvior who endured.”]

We’ve been going through some of the donations for the Queer Market, and here are some of my favourite dedications in the books so far.

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Euripides, tr. by Philip Vellacott, from Medea and Other Plays; “The Trojan Women,”

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Alicia Ostriker, from The Imaginary Lover: Poems; “ As If I Have Eaten Fire,”

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“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.”

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

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If you can’t be thankful for what you have, be thankful for what you’ve escaped.

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The things you think are the disasters in your life are not the disasters really. Almost anything can be turned around: out of every ditch, a path, if you can only see it.

Bring up the Bodies, Hilary Mantel (via thecoppercow)

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She was giddy with night air, burning like the white-hot moon. Everything smelled wet and feral like it did before a thunderstorm, and she wanted to run, swift and eager, beyond the edge of what she could see.

Holly Black, Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale (via these-preciousthings)

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“This is the house that built me and I’m gonna burn it down. This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here. And bless the strippers but fuck the men. And bless the berries but fuck the farm. And bless the daughter but fuck the family. What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? You’ve got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so Praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream.”

— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics

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Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself.

Octavia E. Butler (via manufactoriel)

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First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice.

Octavia E. Butler, “Furor Scribendi” in Bloodchild and Other Stories (via wordswilling)

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You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time takes my seed. And when I’m lost and can tell nothing of this earth you will give me hope. And my voice you will always hear. And my hand you will always have. For I will shelter you. And I will comfort you. And even when we are nothing left, not even in death, I will remember you.

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via lunarwizardking)

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“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”

— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via amortizing)

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Jenny Holzer Inflammatory Essays (excerpt) 1979–82 Offset lithograph on colored paper Published by the artist; printed by Millner Bros., New York Each sheet: 17" x 17"