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“He saw the black water and the declining sun and the swan dipping down, its white wings flashing, and slowing and slowing till silver ripples carried it home. It was a scene which seemed the heart of this land. The lowing sun and the one star waking, white wings on a black water, and the smell of rain, and the long lane fading where a voice comes in the falling night.
--Ireland, said Scrotes.
--Yes, this is Ireland.
”
― Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys

“On a certain afternoon of July, at the tawniest hour, on Galvez Island, the earth -- the tilting spinning earth -- was unearthly. There is no accounting for this adequacy, this splendor that overtakes you. You lack neither flour nor oil while the famine lasts. On a certain afternoon, at a certain hour, the earth is earth no longer, but a fragment of eternity. And you, greenhorn jest of time, are a fragment of eternity too.”
― Benjamin Taylor, Tales Out of School

“Beginnings are so important. Just finding that right moment to introduce this character, this world, it’s everything.”
― Aryn Kyle

“The sidewalks flash silver with mica.
Skyline smeared with geese.

By way of recognition
I lost the sound of your voice.”
― Ryan Murphy, Down with the Ship