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You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they've been read...
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Keri Hulme |
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A family can be the bane of one's existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one's existence. I don't know whether my family is bane or meaning, but they have surely gone away and left a large hole in my heart.
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relationships
family
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Keri Hulme |
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But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk...
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Keri Hulme |
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Why? is the boy's motto, why does, why is, why not? Food, weather, time, fires, sea and season, clothes and cars and people; it's all grist to the mill of why.
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Keri Hulme |
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They were nothing more than people, by themselves. Even paired, any pairing, they would have been nothing more than people by themselves. But all together, they have become the heart and muscles and mind of something perilous and new, something strange and growing and great. Together, all together, they are the instruments of change.
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Keri Hulme |
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Oh all the world is a little queer, except thee and me, and sometimes, I wonder about thee.
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Keri Hulme |
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Sunflowers and seashells and logarithmic spirals (said Kerewin); sweep of galaxies and the singing curve of the universe (said Kerewin); the oscilating wave thrumming in the nothingness of every atom's heart (said Kerewin); did you think I could build a square house? So the round shell house holds them all in its spiralling embrace. Noise and riot, peace and quiet, all is music in this sphere.
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Keri Hulme |
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She had debated, in the frivolity of the beginning, whether to build a hole or a tower; a hole, because she was fond of hobbits, or a tower -- well, a tower for many reasons, but chiefly because she liked spiral staircases.
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Keri Hulme |
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Sometimes, the waves grow hushed, but the sea is always there, touching, caressing, eating the earth...
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waves
sea
ocean
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Keri Hulme |
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The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.
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nature
sky
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