September 2011
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Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun...
– Nicole KraussĀ (via lesnocturnals)
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A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was...
– Ian McEwan (Atonement)
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Whatever I do, however I find a way to live, I will tell these stories. I have...
– Dave Eggers (via atomos)
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Here’s what’s not beautiful about it: from here, you can’t see...
– John Green, Paper Towns
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Then he left her again, and joined the others. Soon they started home. Miriam...
– D.H. Lawrence (via atomos)