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Tuesday
Sep042018

Michael Cunningham

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.

The secret of flight is this -- you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.

One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.

Beauty is a whore, I like money better.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.

I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.



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