Teju Cole

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To be alive, it seemed to me, as I stood there in all kinds of sorrow, was to be both original and reflection, and to be dead was to be split off, to be reflection alone

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Each neighborhood of the city appeared to be made of a different substance, each seemed to have a different air pressure, a different psychic weight: the bright lights and shuttered shops, the housing projects and luxury hotels, the fire escapes and city parks

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I adore imaginary monsters, but I am terrified of real ones

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It wasn't a deception: all lovers live on partial knowledge

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originality is little morethan the fine blending of influences