There lies behind everything . . . a certain quality which we may call grief.

• James Saunders,
Next Time I’ll Sing to You

Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.

• Gabriel García Márquez,
Living to Tell the Tale

How do you reveal yourself without asking for love or pity?

• Margo Jefferson,
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