February 2012
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“In spite of her superficial independence, her fundamental need was to cling. All...”
– John Fowles, from The Magus
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“Which are you drinking, the water or the wave?”
– John Fowles
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“I want to express my being as fully as I can because I somewhere picked up the...”
– Sylvia Plath
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“Brutal to give
the prisoner a window —
a blue sky glimpse —
as...”
– Andrea Cohen, from Poetry magazine
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“I suppose I do have one embarrassing passion- I want to know what it feels like...”
– Susan Orlean, from The Orchid Thief
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“…the human mind is more of a universe than the universe itself.”
– John Fowles
Nipples at the Met →
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“Each mind’s a different, distant world
this same moon will not leave.”
– October by Jacob Polley
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Does anyone remember the title or author of a short story about a Japanese warrior and his wife who have sex and commit double suicide?
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At dawn when the dew has built its tents on the grass, will you come to my grave and sprinkle bread crumbs from an enchanted kitchen? Will you remember me down there with my eyes shattered and my ears broken and my tongue turned to shadows? Will you remember that I went to the graves of many people and always knew I was buried there? And afterwards as I walked home to where it was...
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“The library always smells like this:
an ancient stew of vinegar and wood.
It’s...”
– Dorothea Grossman, In the Library
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She’d dipped her head down low over the blue flame, cigarette protruding, cheeks puffing, smoke rising. And then her bangs caught fire. She’d leapt back and laughed, smashing at her forehead with her hand, dropping the cigarette on the floor. “My fucking hair, oh my God,” but she was laughing. It broke up the day. Before Natalie lit her hair on fire. After Natalie lit her...
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“Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to...”
– John Fowles, from The Collector
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