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"For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? -some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning-indeed they did."
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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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"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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"It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality."
Reality
"The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness."
Beauty
"Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame."
Habit
"This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say."
Life
"Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?"
Heart
"Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life."
Life
"Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences."
Emotions
"Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory."
Thought
"Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art."
Nature
"We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods."
War
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