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Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind. If need be it can take shelter in a big toe.
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Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone?
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future
miss
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He loved more than anything to fly. His sole conflict was with gravity.
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flying
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My flying kick nicks his nose. A warning. Worse if I weren't succumbing to squeal. What a heel. I'm too multiple to feel. A fork ahead. I take both.
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Ever see yourself doing something in the past and no matter how many times you remember it you still want to scream stop, somehow redirect the action, reorder the present?
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone? If we can't embrace uncertainty do we miss the point of love?
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love
inspirational
reflective
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Death, it turns out, is the mother of all conflicts.
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death-and-dying
war
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The paramedics said there was nothing unusual, just the way it goes, eighty some years and the inevitable kerplunk, the system goes down, lights blink out and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.
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How much [vastly {immensely tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him with the havoc of her room {for example} which she will proudly describe {defend!} as clean {those beautiful messes } even as {in the next moment} she will astonish Anwar with her fearless interest in life {despite the harrowing blows life continues to deliver her }].
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love
parenting
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Les jeux sont faits. Nous sommes fucked.
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mistakes
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We stopped talking about Zampano then. She paged her friend Christina who took less than twenty minutes to come over. There were no introductions. We just sat down on the floor and snorted lines of coke off a CD case, gulped down a bottle of wine and then used it to play spin the bottle. They kissed each other first, then they both kissed me, and then we forgot about the bottle, and I even managed to forget about Zampano, about this, and ab..
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there's no second ive lived you can't call your own
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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It is understood that the world does not want to be understood. The world would not be this world if it did.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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And so now, in the shadow of unspoken events, I watch Zampano's courtyard darken. Everything whimsical has left. I try to study the light-going carefully. From my room. In the glass of memory. In the moonstream of my imagination. The weeds, the windows, every bench. But the old man is not there, and the cats are all gone. Something else has taken their place. Something I am unable to see. Waiting. I'm afraid. It is hungry. It is immortal. W..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Please forgive me for thinking faith means certainty.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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How much [vastly {immensely (unfathomably) tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him with the havoc of her room {for example} which she will proudly describe {defend!} as clean {those beautiful messes (beautiful even today)} even as {in the next moment} she will astonish Anwar with her fearless interest in life {despite the harrowing blows life continues to deliver her (and..
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love
parenting
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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400f97d
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Les jeux son fait. Nous sommes fucked.
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life
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Because I feer the irreparable loss of holding someone dear.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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How is forever?Taking everyone.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Only there is no exile anymore. There's only US.
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