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Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.
- Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” May 1919
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There’s a monster at the end of this book. It’s the blank page where the story ends and you’re left alone with yourself and your thoughts.
- Welcome to Night Vale
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Around me all colors are extinguished. It is frightening. The place of the damned must be this colorless. A glowing, fiery hell would still be beautiful! And since all that is beautiful confers happiness and blesses, a flaming hell would be no punishment—only the gray, grazy, gray which is part of the endless monotony and wilderness is the true, terrible punishment.
- Egon Schiele, from Letters: Schiele In Prison
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