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If I had a camera,' I said, 'I'd take a picture of you every day. That way I'd remember how you looked every single day of your life.

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He had slept next to her for thirty-six years, and the mattress felt different without her weight, however slight, and without the rhythm of her breat...more

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I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the stories from childhood, summer camp, and high school,...more

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Because it hardly ends with falling in love. Just the opposite. I don't need to tell you, Your Honor, I sense that you understand true loneliness. How...more

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The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times rece...more

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When you are young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close -- as close as you can get -- to another person only makes...more

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When you're young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close-as close as you can get-to another person only makes it cle...more

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You fall in love, it's intoxicating, an for a little while you feel like you've actually become one with the other person. Merged souls, and so on. Yo...more

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Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair ...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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She’s kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she’s turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on wat...more

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That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox.

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So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rai...more

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One day she marched around the side of the house and confronted me. "I've seen you out there every day for the past week, and everyone knows you stare...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