"For other people, love is like some rare orchid that can only grow in one place under a certain set of conditions. For me it's like bindweed. It grows with no encouragement at all, under any conditions, and just strangles everything else."
"Everything I know I imagine everyone else knows as well. And then everything that everyone else knows I imagine they know on top of what I know, so I'm constantly anxious about what everyone else knows."
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Source: Scarlett Thomas (2010). “Our Tragic Universe”, p.7, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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