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“Oh, Haifa. City of glistering grime, smog hovering over foamy sea. Of blocky apartment buildings facing the coast, topped with white water tanks crowded together like flocks of squat storks. Of palm trees and pine trees and electric wires, twisting green and black toward the chalky beachfront and rows of factory smokestacks. The way you put it once, Laith, your voice warped to mimic a radio announcer: 'Welcome to Haifa: you may die an early and also agonizing carcinogenic death, but at least you'll have a killer view from your hospital room.”
― Moriel Rothman-Zecher, Sadness Is a White Bird

“The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real.”
― Nora Ephron

“When we write about our lives, it's a form of time travel. We inhabit the body we were back then, and yet we do so from our safe distance in the future.”
― Lucy Knisley, Kid Gloves: Nine Months of Careful Chaos