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“You cannot be the good all the time — sometimes it is necessary to get angry.
[Vincent Van Gogh]”
― Lust for Life
[Vincent Van Gogh]”
― Lust for Life
“All she could think of as she turned the key was, they were real. Jabberwockys and Bandersnatches and all the fucking Snarks. Boojums for sure. Maybe she had entered the Twilight Zone, but this shit was as real as real gets.”
― LOOP
― LOOP
“The truth has a way of coming out of the closet.”
― The Last Sunset
― The Last Sunset
“Defective" was a big word in our house. Many things were labeled "defective" only to miraculously turn functional once the directions had been read more thoroughly.”
― Bossypants
― Bossypants
“While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to the touch and red dust lay deep over everything. The dust and heat, the burning wind, reminded us of many things. We were talking about what it is like to spend one’s childhood in little towns like these, buried in wheat and corn, under stimulating extremes of climate: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky, when one is fairly stifled in vegetation, in the color and smell of strong weeds and heavy harvests; blustery winters with little snow, when the whole country is stripped bare and gray as sheet-iron. We agreed that no one who had not grown up in a little prairie town could know anything about it. It was a kind of freemasonry, we said.”
― My Ántonia
― My Ántonia
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