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"Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood."
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"At last he said, "Did you come out of the big mountains?"Gitano shook his head slowly. "No, I walked down the Salinas Valley."The afternoon thought would not let Joey go. "Did you ever go into the big mountains back there?"The old dark eyes grew fixed, and their light turned inward on the years that were living in Gitano's head."
"There are times that one treasures for all one's life, and such times are burned clearly and sharply on the material of total recall. I felt very fortunate that morning."
"I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich."
"Make someone feel something and you will never be forgotten."
"This is only a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation."
"Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone."
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"She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position, it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship."
"Books have to be read (worse luck, for it takes a long time); it is the only way of discovering what they contain."
"Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it."
"What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote."
"The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot."
"In the creative state a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach. He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art."
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