Random quotes found in random journals, not my own words:

All of life, and not just childhood, is an ongoing process of disillusionment, of trading innocence for knowledge.

How is it that a certain narrative comes to define a person's life?

As morning wasted into noon...

She learned to read the clouds.

What the best writers and scholars do is to help us cherish the times and places we are made strange to ourselves, when our heads are split open by the paucity of our definitions and we are rendered helpless by the limits of our knowledge. There are we most human; there do we learn empathy; there do we begin to reach and expand.

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