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My grandmother was introduced to my grandfather because they both liked gusts of wind.

There was a compulsive collector in my family, at her death they found a shoebox labeled in painstaking calligraphy: "Little bits of string that have no use."

Whereas the truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

“She loved the sea for its storms alone, cared for vegetation only when it grew here and there among the ruins.”

"The sentence now before your eyes spent a month in Hungarian last year and was only recently translated back into English."

“…but in fact the world is only held together by a patchwork of contracts, as we soon perceive, and in this network of hundreds and thousands and hundreds of thousands and millions and billions of contracts the trapped human beings are squirming.”