{"quotes":[{"text":"A torpid heart in agony needs a pen to bleed.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["agony","agony","bleed","bleeding-heart","heart","heart-of-a-poet","heartache","heartbroken","numb","pen","poet","quill","quiller","torpid","writer","writers"],"id":26865,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"She was beginning to stir questions in me that I'd spent all my life refusing to ask, since the day I had looked down from the window at the broken body of the schoolboy on the flagstones a long way below, while a master hurried from the cloisters with his black gown flapping in the winter wind, to see what had happened: the day when I was suddenly old enough to understand that I had a choice. I could either do what that other boy had done, or I could spend the rest of my life outside society, where it was safe.","author":"Adam Hall","tags":["emotions","quiller","society","suicide"],"id":298930,"author_id":"Adam+Hall"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":2,"pages":1}}