“ So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them. ”
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“ I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still. ”
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“ I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. ”
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“ August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. ”
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“ August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. ”
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“ But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion. ”
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“ I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike. ”
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“ I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week. ”
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“ When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever. ”
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“ Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person. ”
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“ Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those. ”
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“ I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give. ”
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“ How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. ”
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“ Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever. ”
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“ I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his beingthere and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or famecrazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soulbattles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same bodyshop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don't want to look around any more: I don't need to look around for anything. ”
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“ How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this. I need someone to pour myself into. ”
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“ I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. ”
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“ Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted. ”
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“ I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live. ”
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“ But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get. ”
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