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There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past.
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That's what I like about God. You get to know Him by His occasional absence.
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A bottle of gin sat in the center of the table. More emptiness than gin in the bottle.
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Colum McCann |
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The disconnect between his mouth and his mind. That's where the camera came in. It was the unspoken thing between him and the others.
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There was a quote about "standing in a river too long or long enough" that I can't find now. Anyone remember? If so, what page?"
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A priest? I said. --A monk or some such. One of those worker guys. Liberation theowhateveritis. --Theologian, said the other. --One of those guys who thinks that Jesus was on welfare.
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she might not have been party to love, but it still took a lot of volume to fill a life.
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There were canvases in our backseat. We had tried to flog them at Max's Kansas City the night before, but we had failed. Paintings that nobody wanted. Still, we had carefully arranged them so they wouldn't get scratched. We had even placed bits of styrofoam between them to keep them from rubbing one another. if only we had been so careful with ourselves.
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Rain fell more steadily now. Grey and unrelenting. Nobody seemed to notice. Rain on the puddles. Rain on the high brickwork. Rain on the slate roofs. Rain on the rain itself.
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When I was seventeen I had a body that Adam woulda dropped Eve for. Hot-potato time. It was prime, no lie. Nothing in the wrong place. I had legs a hundred miles long and a booty to die for. Adam woulda said to Eve, "Eve, I'm leaving you, honey," and Jesus himself woulda been in the background saying, "Adam, you're one lucky motherfucker."
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although i know that a wall to happiness is expecting too much happiness
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Kracha prez sveta, vse edno mi e v dzhoba.
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There'll be lawyers in heaven before you see somethin' so good again.
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Predlagakh im samo istini i nikakva chestnost.
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She had that emigrant's sadness--she would never go back to her old country--it was gone in more senses than one--but she was forever gazing homewards anyway.
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If you think of the world without people it's about the most perfect thing there ever is. It's all balanced and shit. But then come the people, and they fuck it up.
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I was reminded of how years before, he had drifted away from one of our afternoon strolls and got surrounded by the tide - Corrigan, isolated on a sandbar, tangled in light, voices from the shores drifting over him, calling his name.
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R'kata mu dokosna moiata. Tozi t'i star, t'i choveshki poriv na zhelanieto.
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V'rtiashchi se vrati izkhv'rliakha chetv'rtinki razgovor na ulitsata.
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Nadnikna k'm p'lnata chasha i popita da ne bi neshcho da ne e nared. - Prosto ne s'm v nastroenie. Pogledna me, kato che li beshe mnogo veroiatno da s'm izv'nzemna. Ne pie kafe? Obadete se v Agentsiiata za antiamerikanski deinosti.
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Po diavolite, Park aveniu! St'pvala s'm tam samo pri igra na Monopoli!
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Women in long dresses, aloof and elegant, the mark of bonnet ribbons still on the soft of their necks.
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It is one of their beauties, the Irish, the way they crush and expand the language all at once How they mangle it and revere it. How they color even their silences.
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Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.
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Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was non ov those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.
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All this miraculous hatred. Christ, a man can't eat his breakfast for filling his belly full of it.
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hatred
violence
people-are-no-damn-good
sectarian-divide
the-human-condition
viciousness
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Darkness doesn't fall, he thought as he swayed to the radio, it rises up from the bottom of the sea and begins to breathe around us.
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while the others--those who wanted him to stay, to hold the line, to become the brink, but no farther--felt viable now with disgust for the shouters: they wanted the man to save himself, step backward into the arms of the cops instead of the sky.
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He was holding the image of his own people up: sometimes it was weight enough to stagger under.
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Her smile colud've broen glass.
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Prekaleno otrepetiraniiat zhivot ne si struva zhiveeneto ...
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Her smile could've broken glass.
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He was there, he said, to raise just a single hat, but eventually that hat would raise the heavens. He would go forth as a slave no more.
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To summon things into being by the mysterious alchemy of language. Atlantic. Atlas. Aloft. He was holding the image of his own people up: sometimes it was weight enough to stagger under.
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He was standing on the little ledge of reality he had left, but it seemed to me that he wasn't getting high, just getting level. He had an affinity with pain. If he couldn't cure it, he took it on.
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Wir stolpern dahin, tragen ein wenig Gerausch in die Stille und wirken in anderen fort.
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I went into my first marriage, blank to the schemes of love.
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At a certain stage every single thing can be a sign.
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hmh' mrdh mykhwhnd rwspyh r njt bdhnd. Hqyqty nkhrnpdhyr st. z mn myprsy yn khwdsh bymry st.
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psrm! ygnh mTlby khh lzm st drbrhy jng bdny yn st: nrw
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We seldom know what echo our actions will find, buy our stories will most certainly outlast us.
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chgwnh st khh gdhshth dwr nbshth z shkhSythst drHlykhh zmn Hl ynqdr mtzlzl w byrwH st?
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Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a half.
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The world spinning. AUTHOR'S NOTE PHILIPPE PETIT WALKED A TIGHTROPE WIRE between the World Trade Center towers on August 7, 1974. I have used his walk in this novel, but all the other events and characters in this work are fictional. I have taken liberties with Petit's walk, while trying to remain true to the texture of the moment and its surroundings. Readers interested in Petit's walk should go to his book To Reach the Clouds (Faber and F..
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