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"Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fog in the valleys; cellos, dark window-panes, snow."
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"Parts of my 20s and 30s have gone by in a flash but my childhood is with me all the time."
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"When you don't know where to start,just go to a place you miss so much."
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"I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine."
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"The ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while."
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"It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we'd go out 'tree hunting. That's what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word 'trespassing."
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"I don't have a great nostalgia for the past."
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"Bay remembered the Waverley house full of pumpkin pie scents in the fall. There had been mountains of maple cakes with violets hidden inside, lakes of butternut soups with chrysanthemum petals floating on top."
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"Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring."
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"In New York City, everyone is an exile, none more so than the Americans."
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"With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,We sailed for the Hesperides,The land where golden apples grow;But that, ah! that was long ago.How far, since then, the ocean streamsHave swept us from that land of dreams,That land of fiction and of truth,The lost Atlantis of our youth!Whither, ah, whither? Are not theseThe tempest-haunted Orcades,Where sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar,And wreck and sea-weed line the shore?Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle!Here in thy harbors for a whileWe lower our sails; a while we restFrom the unending, endless quest."
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"Everything takes me longer than I expect. It's the sad truth about life."
Life
"Taking on challenging projects is the way that one grows and extends one's range as a writer, one's technical command, so I consider the time well-spent."
Time
"Is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?"
Courage
"So I'm not a Southern writer in the commonly held sense of the term, like Faulkner or Eudora Welty, who took the South for their entire literary environment and subject matter."
Environment
"I like the idea of living in a city - any city, especially a strange one - like the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of odd, solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, waling the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was."
Solitude
"But when she was annoyed with me, she had a cold way of saying "Apparently in answer to almost anything I said, making me feel stupid. "Um, I can't find the can opener. "Apparently. "There's going to be a lunar eclipse tonight. "Apparently. "Look, sparks are coming out of the wall socket. "Apparently."
Communication
"To really be centered and to really work well and to think about the kinds of things that I need to think about, I need to spend large amounts of time alone."
Time
"I suppose the shock of recognition is one of the nastiest shocks of all."
Recognition
"Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still."
Memory
"Children - if you think back really what it was like to be a child and what it was like to know other children - children lie all the time."
Time
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