#essay

Food won't go down when you know your mother didn't want you, never liked to feed you, always hated you in her rooms. You were wrong to clutch and swallow and move your mouth. You must not be flushed, layered in fat or ripe from meat or she will despise your sight. Your skeleton cries, "I make no demands, I am ashamed of my needs, I am unworthy. I'm aware of those more deserving, those with prior and urgent claims to food." Skeleton says, "My safety is in slightness, my pride is denial. My victory is no gluttony, no guilt. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

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#jenny-holzer #food

I was uncomfortable writing fiction. My love was the personal essay, rather than the novel. ↗

— Alain de Botton

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#fiction #i #love #novel #personal

I won't say ours was a tough school, but we had our own coroner. We used to write essays like: What I'm going to be if I grow up. ↗

— Lenny Bruce

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#essays #going #grow #grow up #had