The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted.
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
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One of the best novels ever imo
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“If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
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In many ways the 21st century is not that different from the thirteenth century. Both will be recorded in history as times of unprecedented religious clashes, cultural misunderstandings and a general sense of insecurity and fear of the Other.
- Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love
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Not changing is a symptom. It is a sign that we have stopped creating.
- Nikolay Kurdyumov, Growing Vegetables With a Smile
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Alcohol turned my tongue into a snake.
- Zhang Yueran, Cocoon
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"And in the fields, among the dead: all the children playing."
Kristina Ten: Tell Me Yours, I'll Tell You Mine
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The preceding sentences: "His Self had crawled into this priesthood, into this arrogance, into this intellectuality. It sat there tightly and grew, while he thought he was destroying it by fasting and penitence."
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"Now he understood it and realized that the inward voice had been right, that no teacher could have brought him salvation."
- Hermann Hesse, c. 1922
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The cover features a dark, remote rocky and treed landscape -- and a blurb from Carmen Maria Machado saying the novel is 'a masterpiece.'
'The morning sun feathered across the wall like the bottom of a pool, and if someone had seen us through the window without sound or explanation, they might imagine between us a sedated, comfortable calm.' My #SundaySentence this week is from WHIDBEY by @tkiramadden.bsky.social. #Booksky
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"At every intersection,
karate kick crosswalk buttons."
#SundaySentence (and bonus #TodaysPoem) The Man Who Sleeps in Cemeteries by Russell Thornton from Two Songs - Selected Poems 2000-2025 (2026 @harbourpublishing.bsky.social) harbourpublishing.com/collections/...
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“Impossibly thin glass filaments underground, underwater, in the lungs, in the cochlea, vibrating when the small waves hit them — You call this fiction, but it is more.”
— Ben Lerner, Transcription
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“It’s easy to charm a person who talks too much: all you have to do is listen.”
London Falling
by Patrick Radden Keefe.
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“When people of a later age look back upon the barbarous customs and superstitions of the times that we have the unhappiness to live in, what WILL they say!”
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Thomas Hardy
Jude the Obscure
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"And I thought that was what you did when you were married—share everything."
This week's #SundaySentence comes from Belle Burden's memoir STRANGERS, which I #AmReading now.
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“If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true—not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling.” Jayne Anne Phillips, SMALL TOWN GIRLS #sundaysentence
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"lanzo mis brazos al viento
por si alguna ráfaga consigue rodearte
cuando la noche te pesa demasiado" - Alba Muñoz
#sundaysentence 📚💙
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A seated woman in a grey plaid suit and paler grey sweater, resting her arms on the back of a chair and looking into the distance. Detail of a photo of Mavis Gallant by John Morstad, Canadian Press.
He was, I think, attempting to isolate his wife, but by taking her out of the city he exposed her to a danger that, being English, he had never dreamed of: this was the heart-stopping cry of the steam train at night, sweeping across a frozen river, clattering on the ties of a wooden bridge.
Mavis Gallant, from "Voices Lost in Snow"
The New Yorker, April 5, 1976 #SundaySentence
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Today Ardnakelty is being beautiful in a way that has an eerie tinge: the air is cold and still, filled with a haze that leaches color away so that the greens fade into grays towards the horizon, like the fields are slowly turning to stone.
Tana French, The Keeper #sundaysentence #booksky
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“There are seeps outside the museum grounds, too. Nearby homeowners who do not realize they live above an oil field sometimes call to complain: ‘Your tar is coming up in my garage.’”
Richard Conniff
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STARTUP is a darkly funny read by @doreeshafrir.bsky.social - like the novelization of the film 9 to 5 set in tech bro world. Loved it.
#SundaySentence #booksky💙📚 2/2
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She was pretty, Mack thought, despite the fact that she looked tired – he usually didn’t like women wearing a lot of makeup, but as he noted the circles under her eyes and the general pallor of her skin, he thought she could probably use some.
This week’s 😂🤣 #SundaySentence is from STARTUP … 1/2
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True terror is walking into a room where you’ve lived alone for forty years and finding that your chair is not precisely where you left it.
— Speak to Me of Home: A Novel by Jeanine Cummins
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"The United States is currently not exercising its world role with the same level of strategic thought, with the same moral vision and with the same humanitarian impulse that it used to, albeit imperfectly." Fareed Zakaria, Ezra Klein Interview, NYT
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Preservation, even just the preservation of a family, was never as easy as people imagined.
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"The revolution will not be televised, nor will it be generated..."
– a #SundaySentence from Cila Warncke on the limitations of AI as a tool in writing.
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The Salt Stones: Seasons of a Shepherd’s Life, by Helen Whybrow:
“I am reminded, as I often am, how nature is invisible to us until we start to notice, and how this noticing is both a source of wonder and undoing, of transcendence and grief.”
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"Beneath it the water was clear and still in the shadow, whispering and clucking about the stone in fading swirls of spinning sky" — William Faulkner, "The Sound and the Fury"
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“With this burn to the moon, we do not leave Earth,” Ms. Koch said shortly before the maneuver. “We choose it.” #SundaySentence #Artemis nyti.ms/3OlhPfb
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The cover of Jim Butcher's urban fantasy Dresden Files novel "White Night" as illustrated by Chris McGrath: beneath a cloudy night sky Harry Dresden, hat and duster donned and wizard staff in hand, stalks the drive of a looming gothic mansion all but swallowed in shadow, beyond which glitters the Chicago skyline in the darkling distance.
"Life's easier when you can write off others as monsters, as demons, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared. The thing is, you can't do that without becoming them, just a little."
—from Jim Butcher's "White Night" (Dresden Files, Book 9)
💙📚 #BookSky #SundaySentence
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We are torn between the desire of knowing and the despair of having known.
-- Rene Char, Notes from the French Resistance, 1943–44
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My #sundaysentence this week relates to the dangers found on the road to Galicia: "One French guidebook of the early twelfth century issued grave warnings of the loose morals of the people who dwelled there, such as Navarrese farmers 'who practice unclean fornication' with their mules and mares."
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