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George Saunders
“I wander cowboy sidewalks of wood, wearing a too-small hat, filled with remorse for the many lives I failed to lead.”
George Saunders, CivilWarLand in Bad Decline

John Berger
“Oil painting, before anything else, was a celebration of private property. As an art-form it derived from the principle that you are what you have.”
John Berger, Ways of Seeing

Clarice Lispector
“I also forgot to say that the account that is soon going to have to start -- since I can no longer withstand the pressure of the facts -- the account that soon is going to have to start is written with the sponsorship of the most popular soft drink in the world even though it's not paying me a cent, a soft drink distributed in every country. Moreover it's the same soft drink that sponsored the last earthquake in Guatemala. Even though it tastes like nail polish, Aristolino soap and chewed plastic. None of this keeps everyone from loving it with servility and subservience. Also because -- and now I'm going to say something difficult that only I understand -- because this drink which contains coca is today. It's a way for a person to be up-to-date and in the now.”
Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

Jack Vance
“I categorically declare first my absolute innocence, second my lack of criminal intent, and third my effusive apologies.”
Jack Vance, Cugel the Clever

J.L. Carr
“We can ask and ask but we can't have again what once seemed ours for ever - the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on a belfry floor, a remembered voice, the touch of a hand, a loved face. They've gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass.

All this happened so long ago. And I never returned, never wrote, never met anyone who might have given me news of Oxgodby. So, in memory, it stays as I left it, a sealed room furnished by the past, airless, still, ink long dry on a put-down pen.

But this was something I knew nothing of as I closed the gate and set off across the meadow.”
J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country

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