Anna… envied Joan’s deep connection with the human race. She was a member of the club. Anna was half convinced she’d been begotten by a passing alien life-form on a human woman. It was as good an explanation as any for the sense she had of being an outsider. Nevada Barr
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
For a long while I have believed — this is perhaps my version of Sir Darius Xerxes Cama’s belief in a fourth function of outsideness — that in every generation there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not...
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Salman Rushdie
In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a...
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Haruki Murakami
It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not...
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Eugene ONeill
I'm afraid of them and they don't like mebecause I'm afraid.
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Ray Bradbury
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Part of her soul ... gloried in the sheer bodacious unnaturalness of it. Putting a great blue-green water park smack down in the red desert complete with cactus, trading posts, genuine Navajo Indians, and five kinds of rattlesnakes was theater of the absurd at its...
The exhilarating alignment of the heavens was sufficiently rare that she recognized her moment of joy, thus making the joy that much more potent.
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From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.
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