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And in the photo, we all look so... happy. I remember seeing that picture and realizing that photographs weren't real. There's no context, just the illusion that you're showing a snapshot of a life, but life isn't snapshots, it's fluid.…
“Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.”
"Never pray to the gods that answer after dark"
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So much of life becomes routine, but food is like music, like art, replete with the promise of something new.
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If you only walk in other people's steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.
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I do not want to marry. I do not want to belong to someone else. I do not want to belong to anyone but myself. I want to be free. Free to live, and to find my own way, to love, or to be alone, but at least it is my choice, and I am so…
“But if you only walk in other people's steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.”
“Live long enough, and you learn how to read a person. To ease them open like a book, some passages underlined and others hidden between the lines.”
“The first mark she left upon the world, long before she knew the truth, that ideas are so much wilder than memories, that they long and look for ways of taking root”
“Do you know how to live three hundred years?” she says. And when he asks how, she smiles. “The same way you live one. A second at a time.”
“Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.”
“Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.”
“What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?”
“Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives--or to find strength in a very long one.”
"Nothing is all good or all bad," she says. "Life is so much messier than that."
History is a thing designed in retrospect.
Memories are stiff, but thoughts are freer things. They throw out roots, they spread and tangle, and come untethered from their source.