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Cold sinks in, there to stay. And people, they'll leave you, sure. There's no return to what was and no way back. There's just emptiness all around, and you in it, like singing up from the bottom of a well, like nothing else, until you harm yourself, until you are a mad dog biting yourself for sympathy. Because there is no relenting.
Louise Erdrich
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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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Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.
Louise Erdrich
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I think one of the reasons to be here on earth is to finally be who we are, at all times - to know and be predictable to ourselves.
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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I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.
Louise Erdrich
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It was just enough to sit there without words.
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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I have never fully exorcised shames that struck me to the heart as a child except through written violence, shadowy caricature, and dark jokes.
Louise Erdrich
