She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.
 Charles Bukowski, Factotum 

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I throw my mind out in the air — I desire to believe.
Virginia Woolf, ”The Waves” 

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