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| 9095b44 | Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves - except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends. Other than these, we go out anonymous into the insect air and all we are is the dust of colour, brief engineerings of wings towards a glint of light on a blade of grass or a leaf in a summer dark. | human-condition knowledge-of-self | Ali Smith | |
| 586679a | remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf. | remember-you-must-die | Ali Smith | |
| 4c97721 | Time is just 'one damn thing after another ', Margaret Atwood says. That sounds like conventional narrative plot. And at the end of our allotted time, we'll end up in one of those, a conventional plot I mean, unless we stipulate otherwise in our wills. | Ali Smith |