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My colors are fewer than the words in the English language.

- Danny Cryer 

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You got a roommate,

He’ll hear what we do.

It’s only awkward,

If you’re fucking him too.

- Frank Ocean, “Nikes”

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...[A]ctually, there is a reason behind every action we are doing intuitively.  And the intuition is something very, very wise that has its own mechanisms of calculating and deciding what's right and what's wrong.

- Chaya Czernowin 

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We synthesize ourselves out of time as well as in time.  I synthesize time differently from you, who in turn synthesize differently from the time of the buildings, trees, cameras, and other people who comprise the environment out of which the crystal image of Piedra nucleates.

- Tavia Nyong'o, Afro-Fabulations: The Queer Drama of Black Life 

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- John Corigliano, Concerto for Clarinet and Orchestra 

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For Jerusalem, which is from above, is free...

- Margaret Fell Fox, "The Testimony of Margaret Fox Concerning Her Late Husband George Fox"

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I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.

- Robert Hayden, "Those Winter Sundays"

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See, fantasy is what people want, but reality is what people need.  And I'm just retired from the fantasy part.  'Cause I realized that I..uh-- [Applause] Y'all gonna make me cry. [Guitar]...

Adam lives in theory,

Trying to turn stone into bread.

- Lauryn Hill, "Adam Lives in Theory"

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Your body will move eternally in some way that no one knows.

- Aimee Cryer, "Your Mother Imagines a Thousand Lives for You"

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All I ever wanted to do was...

- Nina Simone, "You Can Have Him (I Don't Want Him)"

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Lost if I steer.  Tempest and tide may blow

Sailor and ship past the illusive reef,

And I yet land to celebrate with you

The birth of natural order and true love:

With you enjoy the untransfigured scene,

My father down the garden in his gaiters,

My mother at her bureau writing letters,

Free to our favours, all our titles gone.

- W. H. Auden, "Through the Looking-Glass"

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I bring you news of the crossing, which is the realm of neither God nor the sewer.  Quite the contrary.  Do not be afraid, do not be excited, I have not come to explain anything morbid.  I have not come to tell you what a transsexual is, or how to change your sex, or at what precise instant a transition is good or bad.  Because none of that would be true, no truer than the ray of afternoon sun falling on a certain spot on the planet and changing according to the place from which it is seen.  No truer than that the slow orbit described by Uranus as it revolves around the Sun is yellow.  I cannot tell you everything that goes on when you take testosterone, or what that does in your body.  Take the trouble to administer the necessary doses of knowledge to yourself, as many as your taste for risk allows you.

- Paul B. Preciado, An Apartment on Uranus: Chronicles of the Crossing