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Sleep was out there somewhere over the curve of the earth.
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Te lo ricordi com'era, sudare sotto le coperte, da bambini? La febbre e una cosa segreta. E come cadere in un buco dove nessuno puo seguirti, ma non provi ne paura ne dolore perche non ti senti neanche te stesso. Io adoro raggomitolarmi nel sudore.
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Memory is the faculty of absolution. Men developed memories to ease their disquiet over things they did as men. The deep past is the only innocence and therefore necessary to retain.
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I was not a happy runner. I did it to stay interested in my body, to stay informed, and to set up clear lines of endeavor, a standard to meet, a limit to stay within. I was just enough of a puritan to think there must be some virtue in rigorous things, although I was careful not to overdo it. I never wore the clothes. the shorts, tank top, high socks. Just running shoes and a lightweight shirt and jeans. I ran disguised as an ordinary perso..
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Through history it's the novelist who has felt affinity for the violent man who lives in the dark. Where are your sympathies? With the colonial police, the occupier, the rich landlord, the corrupt government, the militaristic state? Or with the terrorist?
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I see them in the primitive silkscreen the brain is able to produce, maybe eight inches in front of my closed eyes, miniaturised by time and distance, riddled by visual static, each figure a dancing red ribbon. These are among the people I've tried to know twice, the second time in memory and language. Through them, myself. They are what I've become, in ways I don't understand but which I believe will accrue to a rounded truth, a second lif..
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She saw the normative life of the planet, business people crossing streets beneath glass towers, the life of sitting on buses that take you logically to destinations, the unnerved surface of rolling plausibly along.
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She liked to think. What did she like to think? She was having a dumb day and wanted to blame the fog. Maybe he falls, he slides, if that is a useful word, from his experience of an objective world, the deepest description of space-time, where he does not feel a sense of future direction - he slides into her experience, everyone's, the standard sun-kissed chronology of events. Am I the first human to abduct an alien?
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Why shouldn't his death bring you into some total scandal of garment-rending grief? Why should you accommodate his death? Or surrender to it in thin-lipped tasteful bereavement? Why give him up if you can walk along the hall and find a way to place him within reach? Sink lower, she thought. Let it bring you down. Go where it takes you.
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But it can't be true that he drifts from one reality to another, independent of the logic of time. This is not possible. You are made out of time. This is the force that tells you who you are. Close your eyes and feel it. It is time that defines your existence.
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He said, "The word for moonlight is moonlight." This made her happy. It was logically complex and oddly moving and circularly beautiful and true - or maybe not so circular but straight as straight can be."
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Vokspapiret ble skilt fra rullen i et rat-a-tat-forlop, krop langs den hakkete kanten pa esken, og hun horte det nedover ryggraden, tenkte hun.
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When a writer doesn't show his face, he becomes a local symptom of God's famous reluctance to appear." We're all drawn to remoteness. A hard-to-reach place is necessarily beautiful. Beautiful and a little sacred, maybe. And a person who becomes inaccessible has a grace and wholeness the rest of us envy."
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Le trame possiedono una logica. C'e una tendenza, nelle trame, a evolvere in direzione della morte.
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This sentiment was expressed not so much in words and actions as in terrible and articulate sounds
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Only absences were fully shared.
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I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American. Your brain has a trillion neurons and every neuron has ten thousand little dendrites. The system of inter-communication is awe-inspiring. It's like a galaxy that you can hold in your hand, only more complex, more mysterious." "Why does this make you proud to be an American?" "The infant's brain develops in response to stimuli. We st..
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Tuition at the College-on-the-Hill is fourteen thousand dollars, Sunday brunch included.
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Soon the signs started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA.
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I felt the distance and stillness of that sprawled dawn like some endless sky waking inside me, flared against the laughter.
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When we reached the sidewalk, a lovely teen-age girl wearing pink eyelashes asked me for my autograph. "I don't know who you are," she said, "but I'm sure you must be somebody."
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I have a deep thought for you. Science fiction is just beginning to catch up with the Old Testament. See artificial nitrates run off into the rivers and oceans. See carbon dioxide melt the polar ice caps. See the world's mineral reserves dwindle. See war, famine and plague. See barbaric hordes defile the temple of virgins. See wild stallions mount the prairie dogs. I said science fiction but I guess I meant science. Anyway there's some kind..
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Her umbrella was useless in the wind. It was the kind of wind-whipped rain that empties the streets of people and makes day and place feel anonymous.
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She missed the autumn weekends at somebody's country house, leaf-fall and touch football, kids tumbling down grassy slopes, leaders and followers, all watched by a pair of tall slender dogs poised on their haunches like figures in myth.
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News of disaster is the only narrative people need. The darker the news, the grander the narrative. News is the last addiction before--what? I don't know. But you're smart to trap us in your camera before we disappear.
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Branch is stuck all right. He has abandoned his life to understanding that moment in Dallas, the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century. [...] There is also the Warren Report, of course, with its twenty-six accompanying volumes of testimony and exhibits, its millions of words. Branch thinks this is the megaton novel James Joyce would have written if he'd moved to Iowa City and lived to be a hundred.
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He had a good vocabulary except when he was talking to someone.
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In a country that's in a hurry to make the future, the names attached to the products are an enduring reassurance.
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He has abandoned his life to understanding that moment in Dallas, the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century.
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The Oswald shadings, the multiple images, the split perceptions--eye color, weapons caliber--these seem a foreboding of what is to come. The endless fact-rubble of the investigations. How many shots, how many gunmen, how many directions? Powerful events breed their own network of inconsistencies. The simple facts elude authentication. How many wounds on the President's body? What is the size and shape of the wounds? The multiple Oswald reap..
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History is the angle at which realities meet.
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Sullivan filled the moody silence by announcing that my digression on numbers was somewhat less than Euclidean in its sweep and purity; that one of my main faults was a tendency to get blinded by the neon of an idea, never reaching truly inside it; that to follow a number to infinity was not necessarily to arrive at God. With her fork she bisected a crisp slice of bacon, a piece so brittle the fork barely had to touch it; she then halved th..
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When a writer doesn't show his face, he becomes a local symptom of God's famous reluctance to appear.
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I am a twentiethcentury individual. I am working myself up to a point where I can exist beyond guilt, beyond blood, beyond the ridiculous past. Thank goodness for America. In this country there's a chance to accomplish such a thing. I want to look straight ahead. I want to see things clearly. I'd like to become singleminded and straightforward in the most literal sense of those words. History is no more accurate than prophecy. I reject the ..
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He had ambitions on my behalf and more or less at my expense. This is the custom among men who have failed to be heroes; their sons must prove that the seed was not impoverished.
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He was waiting for a man with a knife to come out of a doorway at him. All this time, he told me, he had been trying to steal death from her body. By confronting it himself, he would keep it away from her.
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A police car went by with its siren going, a rotary slurping noise, it sounded like the blender in their kitchen--she made fruit shakes compulsively that they felt morally bound to drink.
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The system was invisible, which made it all the more impressive, all the more disquieting to deal with. But we were in accord, at least for now.
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There's less and less for people to talk to when they talk to me. I hope diminishing existence isn't contagious.
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I would think of it with affection because of its scenes of fragmentary beauty, because it brought men closer together through their perversity and fear, because it enabled us to pretend that death could be a tender experience, and because it breached the long silence.
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Maybe they sensed that they were waving at themselves, waving in the hope that someday if evidence is demanded of their passage through time, demanded by their own doubts, a moment might be recalled when they stood in a dazzling plaza in the sun and were registered on the transparent plastic ribbon; and thirty years away, on that day when proof is needed, it could be hoped that their film is being projected on a screen somewhere, and there ..
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Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It's a settling of grievances between the present and the past.
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A sunset is the story of the world's day.
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