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"and there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. things keep going on, they overlap and blur..."
"it's a very greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. and what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? to throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?"
"being with you is as good as being alone."
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"there's no really good timing for this kind of thing, is there? finding your person? it just kind of happens when it happens. or so they say."
"the night air gusted against my face, smelling like an absolute of fall; woodsmoke and dying leaves and the faintest bracing hint of future snow."
"my imagination had a tendency to get me into more trouble than i cared to admit. it was a wonder it hadn’t gotten me killed yet."
