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“Blasts from the past were like the rooms one entered and re-entered in dreams: they would not stay nailed down. When you returned to them, they had changed - they suddenly had more space or a tilt or a door that had not been there before. New people were milling around, the floors undulated, and the sun shone newly, strangely in the windows, or through the now blasted-open ceiling, or else it shone not at all, as if having fled the sky.”
― Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs

“This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.”
― Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs

“Love is the answer, said the songs, and that's OK. It was OK, I supposed, as an answer. But no more than that. It was not a solution; it wasn't really even an answer, just a reply.”
― Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs

“I've come to realize that life, while being everything, is also strangely not much. Except when the light shines on it a different way and then you realize it's a lot after all!”
― Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs