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"In a way, her strangeness, her naïveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for.
And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous."
~ Toni Morrison, Sula (via lifeinpoetry)
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~ Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns (via larmoyante)
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