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In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

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The woman who later became his wife was sleeping in his bed, her face buried in the pillows and her feet crossed on top of each other like a child's. ...more

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In the days after my heart attack & before I began to write again, all I could think about was dying. I'd been spared again, and only after the danger...more

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These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time to write it all down. That Litvinoff ...more

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The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture. But even then that passed, I was left with a sadn...more

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At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind wo...more

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When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit

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From then on, I was terrified that I or one of my parents were going to die. My mother worried me the most. She was the force around which our world t...more