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10.30.2008
"Almost everything we said was wrong."
~Per Petterson
10.29.2008
"The life they had together was one that neither of them had really imagined."
~John Williams
10.21.2008
"But no birds sang. Strange, this absence of birds."
~Knut Hamsun
10.20.2008
"At least in darkness you were spared the pretending."
~Tom Franklin
10.10.2007
"...each the other's world entire."
~Cormac McCarthy
9.21.2007
"Evenings in that part of the country must have been a kind of sad relief."
~Albert Camus
9.20.2007
"...in talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw."
~William Maxwell
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