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Sarah is on page 317 of 320
“Is there something so innocent in the recitation of names that God is pleased?”
Jul 10, 2021 02:35AM
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“There was nothing to do but wait for the next sunset, when the sky would ring like bronze.”
Jul 10, 2021 02:39AM
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“What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It’s an anxious quivering thing.”
Jul 10, 2021 01:56AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 283 of 320
“The deepest regret is death. The only thing to face is death. This is all I think about. There’s only one issue here. I want to live.”
Jul 10, 2021 01:53AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 275 of 320
“Are secrets a tunnel to a dreamworld where you control events?”
Jul 10, 2021 01:44AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 269 of 320
“The eternal wisdom of those who iron and sew.”
Jul 10, 2021 01:37AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 268 of 320
“If the self is death, how can it also be stronger than death”
Jul 10, 2021 01:36AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 262 of 320
“The more things I threw away, the more I found. The house was a sepia maze of old and tired things. There was an immensity of things, an overburdening weight, a connection, a mortality.”
Jul 10, 2021 01:26AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 258 of 320
“Murray said, “I don’t trust anybody’s nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It’s a settling of grievances between the present and the past. The more powerful the nostalgia, the closer you come to violence. War is the form nostalgia takes when men are hard-pressed to say something good about their country.”
Jul 10, 2021 01:19AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 243 of 320
“Fluctuating planes. I liked this phrase. It seemed the very music of existence. If only one could see death as just another surface one inhabits for a time. Another facet of cosmic reason. A zoom down. Bright Angel Trail.”
Jul 10, 2021 12:53AM
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Sarah
Sarah is on page 243 of 320
“I went to the staircase and sat on the top step, looking into my hand. So much remained. Every word and thing a beadwork of bright creation. My own plain hand, crosshatched and whorled in a mesh of expressive lines, a life terrain, might itself be the object of a person’s study and wonder for years. A cosmology against the void.”
Jul 10, 2021 12:51AM
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