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“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

— E.E. Cummings

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There’s a reason why we feel lonely even though we aren’t alone. It’s because loneliness is not about how many friends we have or how many people are in the room with us. It’s a disconnection from others. Being social doesn’t cure loneliness, loneliness comes when there is not a single person close enough to see past the illusion to who we really and what we really feel inside.

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Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932, featured in A Literate Passion

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September; it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows and regret - Alexander Theroux

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“I love the autumn—that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.”

― Gustave Flaubert, Memoirs of a Madman and November

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“There between the curtains was the October night, calm and lovely, with a star or two caught in the yellowing trees.”

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

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"It was the time of year, the time of day, for small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone."

~ Don DeLillo, White Noise (1985)

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Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

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"And then the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep, and autumn awakened."

Raquel Franco

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Tuesday, 27 August 1918

"It was the first autumn day, warm, softly blue, & blurred with haze."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell

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She did not care for the company of humans, because they were small and bothersome. She just watched the birds in the trees and picked mushrooms in the forest. Her life with herself was complete and she felt little need to ever change it.

Hiromi Goto, Chorus of Mushrooms

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Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022

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“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”

— Philip K. Dick

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Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024

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-Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

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