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But words, words—hmm? They seduce us in darkness, and the mind clothes and fleshes them to fashions of its own.
Sarah Waters, Fingersmith
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Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith.
From Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
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…Longing, of course,
becomes its own object, the way
that desire can make anything into a god.
Mark Doty, excerpt of The Death of Antinous