You are what you read.

I can’t help but dream about a kind of criticism that would not try to judge, but to bring an oeuvre, a book, an idea, to life.  –Foucault 

Women– but are you not sick to death of the word?  –Virginia Woolf 

I don’t trust anyone who claims they are uninspired– every mother is a muse, and every father a god. Whether you listen, worship, or denounce them; this is the art you walk into other people’s lives with. No one is the exception.  –Winnie Richardson 

I wasn’t sure if I should tell him right then. Was he ready? To know that the “more” he dreamed of would be in his lap the moment he gave up all his wealth, health, and happiness to someone else? I stared for a long moment, and decided to say nothing. Instead, I promised myself,  I would show him. I would give up everything until I was the definition of “more” that I wanted to read in this world. Telling him the truth is not my responsibility; living it is. –Katrina Nelson 

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