“And my point is, there's always something I think, as a species, we have a desire to believe that we're living at the climax of the story. It's a kind of narcissism. You want to believe that were uniquely important, that were living at the end of history, that now, after all these Millennia of false alarms, now it's finally the worst that it's ever been, that finally, we have reached the end of the world"
"But all of this raises an interesting question, " Olive said. "What if it always is the end of the world? She paused for effect before her the holographic audience was almost perfectly still.
"Because we might reasonably think of the end of the world," Olive said "as a continuous and never-ending process”
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"But all of this raises an interesting question, " Olive said. "What if it always is the end of the world? She paused for effect before her the holographic audience was almost perfectly still.
"Because we might reasonably think of the end of the world," Olive said "as a continuous and never-ending process”
―
“But also, he resisted the idea that his endless work, the warmth of his family, and this identity that got him followed in stores and ejected from restaurants and movies, this way he was, for good or bad, was just another thing for a white man to acquire.”
― The Night Watchman
― The Night Watchman
“What I understood on the other side of my decision, on the Gulf, was that there was no such thing as ruining yourself. There are ways to be wounded and ways to survive those wounds but no one can survive denying their own needs. To be a crane wife is unsustainable.”
― The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays
― The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays
“That I wouldn’t even let myself imagine receiving as much as I’d hoped for.”
― The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays
― The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays
“She slowed to pick her way through places where water was seeping up through the mats of dying grass. Rain tapping through the brilliant leaves the only sound. She stopped. The sense of something there, with her, all around her, swirling and seething with energy. How intimately the trees seized the earth. How exquisitely she was included. Patrice closed her eyes and felt a tug. Her spirit poured into the air like song.”
― The Night Watchman
― The Night Watchman
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