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No one could see anyone in the house. They just saw horizons beyond the walls, at the end of their lives, and the end of the 1990s.
A writer's work is the product of laziness.
Bloody and terrible and cruel.
I'm not fooled anymore by an ill wind and a light that fails. My memory is too good.
'Thank ewe, thank ewe.'
He was all right. All he needed was to be held in somebody's arms.