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So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
Louise Erdrich
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Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
Louise Erdrich
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Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.
Louise Erdrich
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Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.
Louise Erdrich
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All of our actions have in their doing the seed of their undoing. ... That in her creation of her children there should be the unspeakable promise of their death, for by their birth she had created mortal beings.
Louise Erdrich
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Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.
Louise Erdrich
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This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of happenstance were at this moment occurring or failing to occur in order to ensure he took his next breath, and the next.
Louise Erdrich
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It was just enough to sit there without words.
Louise Erdrich
