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a letter ... changes utterly the moment it slips inside an envelope. It stops being mine. It becomes yours. What I mean… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
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At present, [in the desert] an exasperating clarity reigns. The sky has become less visible than water in a jar. Black peaks,… — Mohammed Dib Copy Share Image
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The vineyard country, russet, reddish, carmine-brown in this season. A blue outline of hills above a fertile valley. It's warm as long… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
What’s the good of these great fragile fits of enthusiasm, these jaded jumps of joys? We know nothing anymore, but the dead… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
There are many things worth telling that are not quite narrative. And eternity itself possesses no beginning, middle or end. Fossils, arrowheads,… — David James Duncan Copy Share Image
Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. All that remains of my mother is what I remember… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
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