May 2012
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“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them...”
– Cormac McCarthy
May 21st
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May 21st
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“A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and...”
– Anna Akhmatova
May 21st
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May 21st
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“How does the never to be differ from what never was?”
– Cormac McCarthy, The Road
May 21st
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“The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I...”
– Anna Akhmatova
May 21st
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“I don’t know why I started writing. I don’t know why anybody does...”
– Cormac McCarthy
May 21st
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May 21st
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“The woods played on our imaginations the most after dark, in our dorms as we...”
– Kazuo Ishiguro
May 20th
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[[MORE]] I think that sometimes we don’t realise exactly how lonely we are until we’re confronted with a chance to diminish our loneliness, and subsequently fail to seize the opportunity. I suppose something not being there is just not that obvious until it unexpectedly appears right in front of you, and then leaves again. Ignoring what isn’t there then becomes all of a...
May 20th
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May 19th
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“What am I like? There’s something broken in me, there’s something broken in my...”
– Lara, in “Dr. Zhivago” - Pasternak (via summerpreambles)
May 19th
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