I liked the idea of living in a city — any city, especially a strange one — liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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You were a ghost in my brain, in my stomach. I began to wonder if you had ever really existed at all.
Daisy Johnson, from 'Everything Under'
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