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There are little scorpions too, with delicate pincers and tiny, probing tails. The geckos eat them, snatching them up and crunching through the crisp black shells with their narrow, reptilian jaws.

Let them not denigrate the world, for there are those whose chance to see it has not yet come.

And so around its track
This thing called the heart winds,
A little clockwork train
To entertain our minds.
[Le Tellier quoting Fernando Pessoa]

If this were a game of Happy Families, then he could have been the youngest of the Karamazov brothers.

I wanted to pinpoint the moment just after that instant, unfounded attraction, the fraction of time when anonymous desire gives way to specific tenderness, when the attraction of a face is replaced by the sweet pleasures of memories.

It fascinates him to see her do something so vulgar with such nonchalance that it's almost elegant.

It felt as if time had taken a step to one side, a divergence as fine as a crack in the glaze on porcelain.

Pigheaded, with an astonishingly limited capacity for self-examination.

The club of the sudden odor of roses.

The devastation is so immense it has lost any trace of humanity, as if what they're seeing is not the remains of a city but an autonomous natural landscape in which suffering and beauty an death have no meaning because people have no say in the matter.

Fata Morgana mirages produced by refraction and enhanced by warm air rising from openings in the ice so that the sky was full of intriguing objects--floating castles and cathedrals, turrets and domes, all in blues and golds and violets, shimmering and shaking like butterfly wings. It was like an Oriental City, or something from the Arabian Nights.

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What are people thinking, as if the truth is interchangeable, a version of your life you can choose if and when it suits you.

To the Sun--whose light we will not see for the next seventy-nine days.

It's as indecent as anything decent can be.

Some people don't like having their beds walked all over with your big wet snowy paws.

The present edition, long overdue, represents Mrs. Chippy's entire Journal, complete and unabridged, and annotated with helpful footnotes.

How simple it is to be happy, it doesn't require a single thing, and he says it should always be that way. . .

It's a story like all others, it demands courage to believe. . .

It's a story like all others, it demands courage to believe. . ."

He understands why she loves photography, why he used to love it too, it creates the illusion of complete control, a few square inches of the world in which no disappointment, fear, or sorrow exists