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"The grass is full of ghosts tonight.' 'The whole campus is alive with them.' They paused by Little and watched the moon rise, to make silver of the slate roof of Dodd and blue the rustling trees. 'You know,' whispered Tom, 'what we feel now is the sense of all the gorgeous youth that has rioted through here in two hundred years."
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"Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely."
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"Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance."
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"He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, just like a strand of her hair he would find later on his shirt and the broken pen cap that she would go on to search in the laboratory and so many other such small things which he would collect."
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"Too many memories of her were crammed inside of me, and as soon as one of them found the slightest opening, the rest would force their way out in an endless stream, an unstoppable flood."
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"It's not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh."
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"The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal."
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"Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?"
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"Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?"
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"Memories rob us of the present."
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"In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace."
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"I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswise across his character and disposition and general outlook."
Personality
"The easiest way to get a reputation is to go outside the fold, shout around for a few years as a violent atheist or a dangerous radical, and then crawl back to the shelter."
Opinion
"For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming."
Poetry
"Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again."
Politics
"It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before."
People
"Most of the big shore places were closed now. And there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of the ferryboat across the sound. And as the moon rose higher, the inessential houses began to melt away till gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes, A fresh green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams. For a transitory, enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent. Face to face, for the last time in history, with something commensurate to its capacity for wonder."
Reflection
"When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up."
People
"Action is character."
Action
"The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness."
Woman
"I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library."
Thought
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