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No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. All things of grace and beauty such that no one holds them to one’s heart have a common providence in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes . So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.

He pulled the boy closer. Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget something’s, done you?
Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.

What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.