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“Steve sighed, wishing for a cigarette. “The Buddha teaches respect for all life.” “Oh.” She considered this. “Are you a Buddhist?” “No. I’m an asshole. But I keep trying.”
― Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char

“Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves...”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two people could have been happier than we have been.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours

“Steve looked through the scope. The house was quiet now. Thin trickles of smoke leaked from the windows. As he watched, Mrs McGillicutty staggered outside. She was bloody and dazed, but very much alive. “Hey, there’s the old lady! What’s that she’s holding?”
Carolyn took the scope and looked for herself, then handed it back. “Muffins. She’s got muffins.”
― Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char