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Because wasn’t that what art was all about, in the end? Mentally shoplifting your way through the world around you, the thoughts inside you? Looking for the thing that makes it all click. Makes it all start. Makes it all worthwhile and whole and good again.
Saylor was laughter and confidence, the birthright of those who grow up loved.
no matter how good a book is, someone will hate it, and they’re likely to tell you. But as long as that book is only in your head, it is still perfect.
Begin with a thing you know you can do, Abigail always told Clara when she would be overwhelmed by homework or life.
Historians say a war started on such and such a day, but that war really started years before—when a man got on the wrong train and met a stranger, or a boy wasn’t loved by his mother, or a girl said no. And that war didn’t stop on its end date, either. Its effects kept going, down through the children and grandchildren, but they didn’t understand where it all was coming from because historians care more about the rocks than the river.”
Long plane rides could do that, disrupt your usual modes of behavior.
Anyone can love their mirror image; it’s the easiest thing in the world to love what you already know. But how do you love difference as if it’s a part of you?
Picking up a book was a decision: I’m going to go away. The exciting possibility: I may not come back the same.
Books spoke to specific people for specific reasons, and it had everything to do with where they were in their lives.
