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Anagha Uppal
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"Even the design and thrust of our passions is in large part written by where and when we happen to live, and mine are not yet molded so firmly that the shape of the wax can't be changed, though they are powerful enough so that the remolding will hurt."
— Jun 27, 2016 06:06PM

Anagha Uppal
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"As a radically marginal person, you have two choices: to be intimidated by every situation, every social stratum, or to confront all of them with the same leveling vision, the same brash and stubborn spunk."
— Jun 27, 2016 05:56PM

Anagha Uppal
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"The Bowery is where I'll end up if I don't do everything exactly right. I have to make myself a steel breastplate of achievement and good grades, so that I'll be able to get out-and get in, so that I can gain entry into the social system for where I stand, on a precarious ledge."
— Jun 27, 2016 05:54PM

Anagha Uppal
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"...and I look for the life of music in the arcs, swerves, and tilts of its lines-the parabolas that delineate the rises and falls of our own inner life, and perhaps the drama of yearning of all organic forms."
— Jun 27, 2016 05:25PM

Anagha Uppal
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"But what being human is really about is having fire, flair, a holy spark of inspiration. That energy...should instill not only your playing but your every gesture; it should make all your movements forceful, artful, musical."
— Jun 27, 2016 05:23PM

Anagha Uppal
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"I know better now that emptiness is not so easy to achieve, and that assuredly it exists most purely in the soul."
— Jun 27, 2016 05:21PM

Anagha Uppal
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"Without the color spectrum, there is no yellow or blue, and without seeing its colors, how can one be touched by the beauty of the world?"
— Jun 27, 2016 05:21PM

Anagha Uppal
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"I come across many more gothic secrets, smoldering in the sensible interiors of these intact suburban households, and I begin to get inklings of what may ail their inhabitants, of the strangled suffering that can be bred within them. For now, I haven't yet learned how to read the surfaces either of Penny's face or of lives like hers well enough to see what's behind them, to discern the paradoxes inherent in their ve
— Jun 27, 2016 05:20PM

Anagha Uppal
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"We like each other quite well, though I'm not sure that what is between us is 'friendship'-a word which in Polish has connotations of strong loyalty and attachment bordering on love. At first, I try to preserve the distinction scrupulously, but after a while, I give it up. 'Friend' in English is such a good-natured, easygoing sort of term..and 'acquaintance' is something an uptight, snobbish kind of person might say
— Jun 27, 2016 04:28PM

Anagha Uppal
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"...And so I feel a kind of ferociousness about protecting it. I don't want us to turn into perpetually cheerful suburbanites, with hygienic smiles and equally hygienic feelings. I want to keep even our sadness, the great sadness from which my parents have come."
— Jun 27, 2016 04:23PM