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Great fiction tells unknown truths. Great film goes further. Great film improves Truth. After all, what Truth ever made $40 million in its first weekend of wide release? What Truth sold in forty foreign territories in six hours? Who’s lining up to see a sequel to Truth? Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins
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And what Sunny would like to say, but doesn’t, is that she’s afraid that after living here she’ll go home no different. She’ll be the same as she was, and she won’t have learned anything about anything. Maile Chapman, Your Presence is Requested at Suvanto
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On the train, Pasquale was still thinking about tennis. Every point ended with someone missing; it seemed both cruel and, in some way, true to life. Jess Walter,Beautiful Ruins
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A missed opportunity here; when else, and where else, will she ever be asked to dance again? The answer is never, and nowhere. Maile Chapman, Your Presence is Requested at Suvanto
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““I don’t think Hitler’s death should be an accident,” Pasquale said. Alvis smiled wearily at the boy. “Everything is an accident, Pasquale.” Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins
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Real need is one thing, but choosing frailty is another, and Sunny herself has seen real frailty, unchosen, and as a result she would do anything to comfort real physical pain, except cultivate and indulge it. Maybe this is what’s wrong: some are here only to have their pain—or their discomfort—cultivated and indulged. Maile Chapman, Your…
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The actress’s name means nothing to her, but the old guy seems utterly changed by saying it aloud, as if he hadn’t said the name in years. Something about the name affects her, too—a crush of romantic recognition, those words, moment and forever—as if she can feel fifty years of longing in that one name, fifty years of an ache…
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[Y]ou must tell ’em dat love ain’t somethin’ lak uh grindstone dat’s de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore. Zora Neale…
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Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination. Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins.