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“― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
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― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
[text ID: It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four.]
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“ — Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
“[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]
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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]
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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Richard Siken, from “Wishbone”, Crush
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—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.]
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