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Записи с темой: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale (список заголовков)
14:09 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.”

— Zelda Fitzgerald

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17:01 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“There is no way I can lose you
when you are lost already.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1965-1975

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12:23 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
19:51 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“And God said, “Love your enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.”

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08:55 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Write about darkness and you will hear the angels sing, but write about love and you will hear the demons cry.”

— Angels vs. Demons

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21:44 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
11:53 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”

— Homer, The Iliad

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12:01 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
Weep not for me, mother.
I am alive in my grave.

—Anna Akhmatova: Crucifixion

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17:53 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Madame hated people who talked much, and took a remarkably cruel revenge upon them, for she allowed them to talk.”

— Alexandre Dumas, Ten Years Later

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15:04 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror.
Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?

― Donna Tartt

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16:15 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor.
And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.”

— James Frey

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17:50 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.”

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09:19 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back,
I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty,
that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

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23:07 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“People often say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing you are the beholder.”

— Salma Hayek

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12:41 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“They say a woman’s first blood doesn’t come from between her legs but from biting her tongue.”

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01:35 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing.”

— Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

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00:20 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”

— Stephen King, The Body 1982

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12:27 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

— Edgar Allan Poe, excerpt of The Raven

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14:06 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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21:52 

the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
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