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“He stared into Bubbe's kind dark eyes. "They say you can't go home again."
"You can't, no, never." She hugged him. "But if you keep your mind open, you can always find a new home inside the old one.”
― Knight in Paper Armor
"You can't, no, never." She hugged him. "But if you keep your mind open, you can always find a new home inside the old one.”
― Knight in Paper Armor
“Life has meaning because death exists. We love the good times in life because they're fleeting, because we know they will soon be replaced by something else. But death itself is nothing to be afraid of. It's a natural part of life, the natural closure that everything builds to. Working in a nursing home has taught me that: We're all lunatics on a big space rock, pretending to be sane, pretending we can fix everything, pretending we won't die.”
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“That night, the sky emptied itself. The crater of Heaven's Hole was baptized in white. Snow blanketed the town's sins, and its immorality flowed like sewage into one small drain — a tiny, thin-skinned Atlas named Billy Jakobek, who raced through the night, carrying the weight of every person on his aching back.”
― Knight in Paper Armor
― Knight in Paper Armor
“Every conscious being in the universe is a mess. That’s what’s so beautiful about life. Clean things are boring things.”
― Intraterrestrial
― Intraterrestrial
“He placed a cigarette in his mouth and sat down at his regular spot over in the white gazebo, where all the smokers were supposed to do their dirty business. He patted his pockets, searching for a lighter. Nothing. He’d forgotten to bring it.
But it wasn’t his fault. He was expected to forget everything because he was the lucky recipient of life’s final going-away present, that red velvet, chocolate-covered cake of wonderfulness that the doctors liked to call Alzheimer’s. With Alzheimer’s, suddenly nothing was his fault anymore. No fault. No blame. No choice. No freedom.”
― Pale Highway
But it wasn’t his fault. He was expected to forget everything because he was the lucky recipient of life’s final going-away present, that red velvet, chocolate-covered cake of wonderfulness that the doctors liked to call Alzheimer’s. With Alzheimer’s, suddenly nothing was his fault anymore. No fault. No blame. No choice. No freedom.”
― Pale Highway
“Yeah, they kinda swim around all pointlessly, doncha think?” Edna winced, squinting. Over and over again, in the same li’l old place. It’s madness. Glad I’m not a fish.”
― Pale Highway
― Pale Highway
