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Today was the first day of her new life, and she was on an adventure.

You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.

Marshall and Mrs. Checchi, it seemed, had this philosophy in common.

If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.

I answered, blood rushing like the shadow cast by a cloud of starlings.

A letter is like a poem, showing the marks of an unwilling composer.

That Hawaiian shirt is the first thing Ratso’s owned that he hasn’t stolen.

I returned to research a history we’d only known through stories.

I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.

The heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.

With a world full of foolishly dangerous men, what’s a mother to do?

Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.

She’s coming back, her arms full of the flowers I gave her once a year.

Elinor had loved a man. The journey’s purpose was that she might forget.

The psychology in climbing is to look ahead, but that trick was little help.

Dining at Bocuse wasn’t about food, but about pleasure in all its forms.

There are parts of a man that are born again with each of his daughters.

My shadow is cast by the paleness of a certain star.

I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.

Let me tell you stories about lands far from here where you are absent.

I wish I could tell her that we aren’t supposed to know why we’re here.

It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.

I make peas and argue with a wall. Something gets stuck like that.

Toe over toe we went, arms held out like tightrope walkers.

Intimacies of the body can outlive resistances of the mind.

My mother was dead. Almost a month she was dead, killed by me.

If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.

He betook himself to the metropolis to become a literary man, of course.

Gresham’s law. Stupid talk chases smart talk out of circulation.