And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers— shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle— to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.
H.G. Wells, from The Time Machine
Perhaps this is the only place where it can see that history in essence is a metaphysical category.
Slavenka Drakulić, from “On the Quality of Wall Paint in Eastern Europe” in How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed
only where you sing
Lucille Clifton, from “sisters”
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