May 2012
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Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them...
– Cormac McCarthy
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A land not mine, still
forever memorable,
the waters of its ocean
chill and...
– Anna Akhmatova
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How does the never to be differ from what never was?
– Cormac McCarthy, The Road
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The word landed with a stony thud
Onto my still-beating breast.
Nevermind, I...
– Anna Akhmatova
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I don’t know why I started writing. I don’t know why anybody does...
– Cormac McCarthy
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The woods played on our imaginations the most after dark, in our dorms as we...
– Kazuo Ishiguro
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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...
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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)