iii. epigraphs

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Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?

- Charles D'Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories


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"Does he love you so much?"

"He would commit murder for me."

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Know that I am built up of death from head to foot;

that it is a corpse whole loves you and adores you and will never, ever leave you.

- Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera


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What are we made of but hunger and rage?

- Anne Carson, "To Compostela," The Anthropology of Water, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry


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