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The solitude of the woods brings out his small, but redeeming, contemplative side.
She's able to experience and to present love, both in its initial impulse and its essential nature, as a passionate surrender. The question is where such a surrender might take us.
If I could keep anything of you, I would keep just this quiet after you. It's still as a pond I am staring into. From here, I can tell you, “Thank you.”
We were sea bound and aimless at best, clutching to the wheel and those charts, but that sea was just a gambler at heart.
In Malory, Gawain prevents reconciliation between Arthur and Lancelot after the adultery is revealed. Lancelot kills Gawain’s brothers accidentally and Gawain can't bring himself to forgive him. Arthur is away fighting Lancelot at Gawain's behest when Mordred usurps the throne.
We can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see.
Never start thinking that science is more important than yourself. That's what Cecil taught me. Before I met him, I was like you. But his hand on my cheek, you know? When I come home and he's surprised me by cooking my favorite dinner? That's way more important than science.
It doesn’t bother me that the word “stone” appears more than thirty times in my third book, or that “wind” and “gray” appear over and over in my poems. If I didn’t use them that often I’d be lying about my feelings, and I consider that unforgivable.
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(Who cares? It’s just a game… just the same old data, repeating over and over. And you’re not even playing! Don’t you get bored?) … I don’t think “bored” is the right word. I go through all of it again and again… I’m not even playing. But somehow I still always lose.
These others seem unaware of their pale existence, but I wonder if his mind was distracted when it came to my reconstitution. A stray thought would have been enough. “He will realize the truth,” for example. We were… close friends once, you see…
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