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“We all appear to ourselves frustrated in our old age...because we cling to everything so much. But in reality we are still fulfilling our lives.”
― Memento Mori
― Memento Mori
“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.”
― The Haunting of Hill House
― The Haunting of Hill House
“In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.”
― The Story of the Lost Child
― The Story of the Lost Child
“She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?”
― Song of Solomon
― Song of Solomon
“Well then, we went and had tea with Henry James today…and Henry James fixed me with his staring blank eye—it is like a childs marble—and said ‘My dear Virginia, they tell me—they tell me—they tell me—that you—as indeed being your fathers daughter nay your grandfathers grandchild—the descendant I may say of a century—of a century—of quill pens and ink—ink—ink pots, yes, yes, yes, they tell me—ahm m m—that you, that you, that you write in short.’ This went on in the public street, while we all waited, as farmers wait for the hen to lay an egg—do they?—nervous, polite, and now on this foot now on that.”
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