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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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I like old movies on television where a man lights a woman's cigarette. That's all they seemed to do in those old movies, the men and women. I'm normally so totally disregardless. But every time I see an old movie on television, I keep a sharp eye out for a man lighting a woman's cigarette.
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If we are on the outside, we assume a conspiracy is the perfect working scheme. Silent nameless men with unadorned hearts. A conspiracy is everything that ordinary life is not. It's the inside game, cold, sure, undistracted, forever closed off to us. We are the flawed ones, the innocents, trying to make some rough sense of the daily jostle. Conspirators have a logic and daring beyond our reach. All conspiracies are the same taut story of me..
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Talent is everything; sanity is nothing.
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Whatever you set your mind to, your personal total obsession, this is what kills you. Poetry kills you if you're a poet, and so on. People choose their death whether they know it or not.
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I needed death in order to believe I was living, an atmosphere of death much more real and personal than anything the newspapers can offer.
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Fear is intense self-awareness.
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The supermarket shelves have been rearranged. It happened one day without warning. There is agitation and panic in the aisles, dismay in the faces of older shoppers. They walk in a fragmented trance, stop and go, clusters of well-dressed figures frozen in the aisles, trying to figure out the pattern, discern the underlying logic, trying to remember where they'd seen the Cream of Wheat.
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It was May of my senior year at Leighton Gage and on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons we sat in an air-conditioned hourglass and savored our own total incomprehension as an assistant professor charted the poems of Dryden, Lovelace, Fanshawe and Suckling. They were all so incomparably dead, the Penguin poets, and we loved them because their lines meant less to us than the dark side of the moon.
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Rain turned to sleet, sleet to snow.
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a life terrain, might itself be the object of a person's study and wonder for years. A cosmology against the void.
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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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But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I've been fighting all my life.
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