The new height of romance is whatever is going on with the two old ladies on all these greeting cards
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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
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the thing is, i think horror needs to have a little love. it needs to have an obsession. does the parasite in your body love you? it raises you from the dead, it sustains you. this is its body. this is your body. does the haunted house feel intruded upon? is it hungry? what is hatred but adoration?
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