Still the dream persists, suppressed but always there, that somehow by some miraculous effort of the heart what was done could be undone. What form wo...
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When I started writing, I was a great rationalist and believed I was absolutely in control. But the older one gets, the more confused, and for an arti...
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We imagine that we remember things as they were, while in fact all we carry into the future are fragments which reconstruct a wholly illusory past. Th...
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You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain nights, you’ll feel my ...
