” Paul Varjak: You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say,

“Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.”

You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land.

It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

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My Vows

Annette Messager

(French, born 1943)

1988-91. Photographs, colored graphite on paper, string, black tape, and pushpins over black paper or black synthetic polymer paint, Overall approximately 11′ 8 1/4″ x 6′ 6 3/4″ (356.2 x 200 cm).

MoMa Gallery

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