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“Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain...”
― Jack Kerouac, Maggie Cassidy

“In winter darkness, the Baghdad Arabian keen blue deepness of the piercing lovely January winter's dusk--it used to tear my heart out, one stabbing soft star was in the middle of the magicalest blue, throbbing like love--I saw Maggie's black hair in this night-- In the shelves of Orion her eye shades, borrowed, gleamed a dark and proud vellum somber power brooding rich bracelets of the moon rose from our snow, and surrounded the mystery.”
― Jack Kerouac, Maggie Cassidy

“Everything want to be loved.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

“His little whistle sound like it lost way down a jar, and the jar in the bottom of the creek. P. 64”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple