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Later that night I held an atlas in my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? It answered, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.

warsan shire

You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.

karel capek

Hiding out happens. It’s helpful. It’s hopeful. Being able to slip out the back door and be done with it, even if it’s only temporary, is your prerogative. Things grow in hiding. In the womb. In the shell. In the dark rooms. Magic makes itself here. 

chani nicholas

I’m new wave, but I’m old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradable. I interface in my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time, I’m radioactive.

george carlin

For me, language is a freedom. As soon as you have found the words with which to express something, you are no longer incoherent, you are no longer trapped by your own emotions, by your own experiences; you can describe them, you can tell them, you can bring them out of yourself and give them to somebody else. That is an enormously liberating experience….

jeanette winterson

Have you come over time to think that you know more now than you did when young, know less now than when young, know now there is so much more to know than you knew there was to know when young that it is moot whether you think you knew more then than now or less, or do you now know that you never knew anything at all and never will and only the bluster of youth persuaded you that you did or would?

padgett powell, the interrogative mind

This poem is a surveillance device. It is checking your emails, intercepting your calls, reading your thoughts before you have them. When the secret you’d not tell to a soul bobbed past us like a Coke can in the river, we hoiked it out and stowed it in our files. All citizens need protecting from themselves. We’ve made copies of your intimate photos. We know the websites you go to for your kicks. Remember those works you wrote when in your cups? That you thought you’d erased? We found them in the ether, awaiting transfer to a dropbox: the empty bird feeders sway in the wind. There’s light through the mesh where the nuts were stored and the seeds for the goldfinch have all flown.

blake morrison, prism

Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time they thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in the winter go unheard until the next summer.

plutarch, moralia

The 25th of April is DNA Day. I know, you probably had no idea.

anne wojcicki

A society based on the quest for security is nothing but a breath-retention contest in which everyone is as taut as a drum and as purple as a beet.

alan watts