Monthly Archives: January 2016

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“Let us forget, with generosity, those who cannot love us.” -Pablo Neruda

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Every atom of me

“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than … Continue reading

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Shooting stars, falling objects

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white … Continue reading

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See you tomorrow

  Everything Tore Renberg touches turns into solid gold. His book See you tomorrow is everything you could look for in neo-noir drama. It’s thrilling, it’s witty, it’s dark it’s delicate and it’s – for the first time in my life … Continue reading

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Purpose

“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” -T. S. Eliot

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It will rain on my soul night and day

If suddenly you do not exist If suddenly you no longer live, I shall live on I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall live on. For where a man has no … Continue reading

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Listen

“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.” -T. S. Eliot

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