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She has often felt that her outsides were too dull for her insides, that deep within her there was something better than what everyone else could see.
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The two bond over their mutual lack of family ties: Saul from his disownment, Miriam from the car accident that orphaned her as a college junior. Both want children. Miriam has inherited her parents' idea of procreative legitimacy, wants to compensate for her only-child-dom. She sees in Saul the househusband who will enable her parental ambitions without disabling her autonomy. In Miriam, Saul sees the means to a book-lined study and a life..
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At this time on a weekday morning, the library was refuge to the retired, the unemployed, and the unemployable. ... 'I'm not always this gabby,' the librarian said. 'It's just so nice to talk to someone who isn't constructing a conspiracy theory or watching videos of home accidents on YouTube.
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The day's dashed hopes had temporarily reduced her to the childish presumption that someone she loved should, in return for that love, be able to read her mind.
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Rushing toward her are all the letters of the alphabet. Each one moves in its own way, X cartwheeling over and over, C hopping forward, M and N marching stiff-legged and resolute.
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They WERE walking alongside the road, they WERE hit by a car, and now they ARE dead. It doesn't work. Are is present tense. Dead is -- well, dead is past, isn't it? Present tense modifying past; being modifying non-being. Language, in this instance" -- and here Miriam makes a garbled noise in her throat-- "fails."
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Equity, they came to realize, was not the same thing as equivalence, as evidenced by beside tables and snowflakes the world over.
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Having already funneled its students to their respective classrooms, the school's front hall was empty, its glass showcase in the same neglected spot outside the front office. ... She looked at it briefly, her eyes sweeping over the faces of students whose adult trajectories would lead them either to gloss over these moments or to spend their lives pining for their return.
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What struck Celia most about young children was the intensity of their passions, life too new to be modulated, perspective a possession not yet acquired.
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Miriam will never know what kind of dog attacked her, will imagine a Doberman or a German shepherd with snarling, angry teeth despite the fact she bears neither bite marks nor broken skin. It will never cross her mind that the dog was a beagle and that she was knocked over from a surprise more than force. The children of the house she fled will use the incident to convince their parents to keep the dog, which had been on the verge of being ..
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While she eventually adjusts to the faded motivational posters featuring long-dead baby animals and the fifties-era reading books whose soporific effects have intensified with each decade of use she can't get it out of of her head that while she is speeding around in circles waiting to be told when to stop other kids are flying to the moon.
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O]nce you can read, you can no longer open a book and see a jumble of letters; after you get to know someone's face, you can't see her as a stranger.
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don't want to make photographs. The way you described it with Capa's work is exactly right: I want to make windows.
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Picture or no picture, people will keep killing each other using methods old and new--day after day, year after year, centuries of killing--until one way or another we're all dead, and all the guns and cameras of the world are just so much garbage lying in the dirt.
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We are, because we remember. As each new present blinks out, its heart is weighed and then judged, preserved in mental amber or consumed.
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Eliza wonders if death is not a sleep you can't wake up from but life reduced to one inescapable moment.
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Miriam came to consider Eliza a gosling born into a family of ducks, loved and accepted, but always and forever a goose.
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I don't want to make photographs ... I want to make windows.
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