Asides
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Beautiful Sentences
I don’t know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it always was for me in those days. Marilynne Robinson, Gilead.
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Beautiful Sentences
He wondered now if everyone had a private life. He wondered if his wife had one. It was possible all these years that he had been alone, never knowing that a complete world existed and no one spoke of it. Ann Patchett, Bel Canto.
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Beautiful Sentences
“What’s your baby’s name?” She told him what Ezra called the baby. Elisabeth Fairchild, “A Heavy Breath” (The Missouri Review Summer 2011)
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Beautiful Sentences
A storybook detective starts by confronting us with a murder and ends by absolving us of it. He clears us of guilt. He relieves us of uncertainty. He removes us from the presence of death. Kate Summerscale, The Suspicions of Mr Whicher.
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Beautiful Sentences
The only way to know tenderness is to dismantle it. Dianne Seuss, “White violet, not so much an image.” (The Missouri Review, Summer 2011).
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Beautiful Sentences
“While a murder went unsolved, everything was potentially significant, packed with secrets. The observers, like paranoiacs, saw messages everywhere. Objects could regain their innocence only when the killer was caught.” Kate Summerscale, The Suspicions of Mr Whicher.