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“... watching the undergraduates make out. They laughed, but the sight hurt her, like a tightness in her chest that kept her from breathing freely. How long had it been since she'd kissed anyone?”

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The Thorn and the Blossom

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Theodora Goss
Theodora Goss

Theodora Goss is an American speculative fiction writer, known for her unique voice and thought-provoking narratives. Her work often explores themes of identity, gender, and the human condition. Goss has published numerous short stories and novels, and has received several awards for her writing, including the World Fantasy Award and the Nebula Award. more

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“إنَّ أخطرَ ما يهدِّدُ حياةَ الإنسانِ هو الإدمانُ، الإدمانُ على كلِّ شيءٍ؛ على الحبِّ، على الوحدةِ، على الصداقةِ، على الكحولِ، على القراءةِ؛ لأنَّ في الإدمانِ التصاقًا مهولًا بالذَّاتِ تلبيةً لرغائبها؛ وإذا اقتربتَ من أيّ شيءٍ أكثرَ من اللَّازمِ، لن يكونَ هناكَ مجالٌ لرؤيتِه! قرِّب يدَكَ من عينيكَ وأخبرني ماذا ترى! The most dangerous threat to a person’s life is an addiction, addiction to everything; addiction to love, to loneliness, to friendship, to alcohol; Because addiction has a tremendous attachment to the self in response to its desires, And if you get too close to anything, there is no way to see it! Hold your hand close to your eyes and tell me what you see! La menace la plus dangereuse pour la vie d’une personne est la dépendance, la dépendance à tout; dépendance à l'amour, à la solitude, à l'amitié, à l'alcool; Parce que la dépendance a un énorme attachement à soi en réponse à ses désirs, Et si vous vous approchez trop de quoi que ce soit, il n'y a aucun moyen de le voir! Tenez votre main près de vos yeux et dites-moi ce que vous voyez!”

“After Dena hung up she didn’t feel any better. Sookie was wrong. Dena could barely remember any of the girls she went to school with, or at times even the names of the schools. Dena had always been a loner. She did not feel connected to anything. Or anybody. She felt as if everybody else had come into the world with a set of instructions about how to live and someone had forgotten to give them to her. She had no clue what she was supposed to feel, so she had spent her life faking at being a human being, with no idea how other people felt. What was it like to really love someone? To really fit in or belong somewhere? She was quick, and a good mimic, so she learned at an early age to give the impression of a normal, happy girl, but inside she had always been lonely. As a child she had spent hours looking in windows at families, from trains, buses, seeing the people inside that looked so happy and content, longing to get inside but not knowing how to do it. She always thought things might change if she could just find the right apartment, the right house, but she never could. No matter where she lived it never felt like home. In fact, she didn’t even know what “home” felt like. Did everybody feel alone out there in the world or were they all acting? Was she the only one? She had been flying blind all her life and now suddenly she had started to hit the wall. She sat drinking red wine, and thinking and wondering what was the matter with her. What had gone wrong?”

“It's a situation doomed enough to laugh at, but he thinks of what he used to tell his students. Imagine being a planet. Don't laugh, he'd tell them. Try to imagine it. Eons of loneliness, and then one day your ellipsis peaks toward that of another planet and there is a gasp of nearness. Wouldn't you try to make the most of it? Wouldn't you, too, combust and flare and explode if you had to?”