"Adolescence is like cactus."
"What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it."
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Source: Winter of Artifice. Book by Anais Nin, 1939.
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