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"The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents."
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"We rode on the winds of the rising storm,We ran to the sounds of the thunder.We danced among the lightning bolts,and tore the world asunder."
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"She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare."
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"The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents."
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"His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night."
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"Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her breast buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen, with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair- He took her bag."
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"So the freshness lives onin a lemon,in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,the proportions, arcane and acerb."
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"It is photography itself that creates the illusion of innocence. Its ironies of frozen narrative lend to its subjects an apparent unawareness that they will change or die. It is the future they are innocent of. Fifty years on we look at them with the godly knowledge of how they turne dout after all - who they married, the date of their death - with no thought for who will one day be holding photographs of us."
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"From now on I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in Future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."
Mindfulness
"Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest."
Emotion
"It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it."
Existence
"Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love."
Writing
"We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam."
Nature
"It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away."
Change
"It is a lie to write in such way as to be rewarded by fame offered you by some snobbish quasi-literary groups in the intellectual gazettes."
Creativity
"Life should be touched, not strangled."
Life
"Then, left alone, shivering, I happened to glance up. I stood, I froze, blinking up through the drift, the drift, the silent drift of blinding snow. I saw the high hotel windows, the lights, the shadows.What's it like up there? I thought. Are fires lit? Is it warm as breath? Who are all those people? Are they drinking? Are they happy?Do they even know I'm HERE?"
Loneliness
"You fail only if you stop writing."
Writing
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