Joined May 2009
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1 Aug 2009
The snow rots at its own indolent pace, its innards crawling with bubbles of meltwater like wood lice. -John Updike.
2 Jul 2009
There was a silence with things going on in it. - Dorothy Parker.
2 Jul 2009
...as perhaps my mother's anxiety was a perpetual spanner thrown into her works. - Sebastian Barry.
30 May 2009
These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency. - Margaret Atwood
30 May 2009
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. -Cormac McCarthy
19 May 2009
I am still I, though it's harder and harder to pronounce that simple pronoun and maintain composure. - Carol Shields
17 May 2009
I marvel that we survive our beginnings. - Chaim Potok
16 May 2009
For poise, I picked up a stone and threw it at a tree. - JD Salinger
15 May 2009
Such a separation, I imagined, could indeed lead to loneliness intense enough to make one conspicuous in bus stations. - Marilynne Robinson
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