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"I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolded me. It smelt of lawn sprinklers and station wagons and tennis rackets and dogs and babies."
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"All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says."
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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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"The memory will most likely come to me when I least expect it. When I'm in the middle of something else."
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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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"They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover."
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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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"Pretty mountains, pretty river, bumpy but pleasant tar road... old buildings, old people on a front porch... strange how old, obsolete buildings and plants and mills, the technology of fifty and a hundred years ago, always seem to look so much better than the new stuff."
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"Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty."
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"I'd given him bits and pieces of my peculiar life, but colored softer and funnier than they had been. I'd painted my dad as Don Quixote in a semi, on a quest for philosophical truths and the best cup of coffee in the nation."
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"Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep."
Healing
"I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives."
Humanity
"What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from."
Gender
"I may never be happy, but tonight I am content."
Peace
"I don't know what I ate, but I felt immensely better after the first mouthful. It occurred to me that my vision of the fig-tree and all the fat figs that withered and fell to the earth might well have arisen from the profound void of an empty stomach."
Perception
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."
Desire
"Talking about my fears to others feeds it."
Emotion
"Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse."
Instinct
"Fixed stars govern a life."
Destiny
"I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass."
Reflection
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