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“There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course. But I was pretty certain as I sat there that tonight that if it hadn't been for Eddie, I wouldn't have found myself on the PCT. And though it was true that everything I felt for him sat like a boulder in my throat, this realization made the boulder sit ever so much lighter. He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer's work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader's recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book's truth.”
― Marcel Proust, Time Regained

“He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“...the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..”
― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time