“The ocean was back in the pond, and the only knowledge I was left with, as if I had woken from a dream on a summer's day, was that it had not been long ago since I had known everything.
I looked at Lettie in the moonlight. "Is that how it is for you? I asked.
"Is what how it is for me?"
"Do you still know everything, all the time?"
...She wrinkled her nose. "Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing special, knowing how things work. And you really do have to give it all up if you want to play."
"To play what?"
"This," she said. She waved at the house and the sky and the impossible full moon and the skeins and the shawls and clusters of bright stars.”
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
I looked at Lettie in the moonlight. "Is that how it is for you? I asked.
"Is what how it is for me?"
"Do you still know everything, all the time?"
...She wrinkled her nose. "Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing special, knowing how things work. And you really do have to give it all up if you want to play."
"To play what?"
"This," she said. She waved at the house and the sky and the impossible full moon and the skeins and the shawls and clusters of bright stars.”
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
“You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.”
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
“I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the most important thing in creation. There was nothing that was more important to me than I was.”
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
“I wondered how I looked to her, in that place, and knew that even in a place that was nothing but knowledge that was the one thing I could not know. That if I look inward I would see only infinite mirrors staring into myself for eternity.”
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
“My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak. There would be raindrops blown onto my face, too, if I was lucky, and I would imagine that I was in my boat on the ocean and that it was swaying with the swell of the sea. I did not imagine that I was a pirate, or that I was going anywhere. I was just on my boat.”
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
― The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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