R. F. Kuang

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  • olswydhat Zitat gemachtvor 7 Tagen
    Don’t we all want a friend who won’t ever challenge our superiority, because they already know it’s a lost cause? Don’t we all need someone we can treat as a punching bag?
  • olswydhat Zitat gemachtvor 11 Tagen
    Athena—a beautiful, Yale-educated, international, ambiguously queer woman of color—has been chosen by the Powers That Be. Meanwhile, I’m just brown-eyed, brown-haired June Hayward, from Philly—and no matter how hard I work, or how well I write, I’ll never be Athena Liu.
  • olswydhat Zitat gemachtvor 11 Tagen
    She’s unbelievable. She’s literally unbelievable
  • mariavictoriahat Zitat gemachtvor 14 Tagen
    And this will become, in time, my story once again.
  • mariavictoriahat Zitat gemachtvor 14 Tagen
    The futility of it all. Like Echo looking at Narcissus. Like Icarus, hurtling straight at the sun, just to feel its warmth on his skin.
  • mariavictoriahat Zitat gemachtvor 15 Tagen
    I want to be eternal, permanent; when I’m gone, I want to leave behind a mountain of pages that scream, Juniper Song was here, and she told us what was on her mind.
  • mariavictoriahat Zitat gemachtvor 15 Tagen
    I want my books in stores all over the world.
  • mariavictoriahat Zitat gemachtvor 15 Tagen
    Writing isn’t the whole world, Junie. And there’s plenty of careers that won’t give you such constant heartbreak. That’s all I’m saying.”

    But writing is the whole world. How can I explain this to her? Stopping isn’t an option. I need to create. It is a physical urge, a craving, like breathing, like eating; when it’s going well, it’s better than sex, and when it’s not, I can’t take pleasure in anything else.
  • mariavictoriahat Zitat gemachtvor 15 Tagen
    It was Dad who could always follow me wherever my imagination went. But we don’t talk about Dad.
  • mariavictoriahat Zitat gemachtvor 15 Tagen
    God, I miss my high school days, when I could flip my notebook open to an empty page and see possibility instead of frustration. When I took real pleasure in stringing words and sentences together just to see how they sounded. When writing was an act of sheer imagination, of taking myself away somewhere else, of creating something that was only for me.
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