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They lay face to face in the semi-darkness, and while the great rain-cleansed city beyond the room settled to its softer nocturnal rhythms and their marriage uneasily resumed, she told him in a steady quiet voice of her shame, of the sweet boy’s passion for life, and her part in his death.

    — Ian McEwan, from The Children Act

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The hammering and the voices and the barking dog grew fainter, and, ‘Oh God,’ he thought, ‘what a bloody silly way to die…’

    — Daphne Du Maurier, from “Don’t Look Now”

[But come here, fear.]
I am alive and you are so afraid of dying.

    — Joy Harjo, from “I Give You Back”

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[“Thank you,” Stephen said, “for saving me.”]
Then he pushed the buttons.

    — Maureen Johnson, from The Boy in the Smoke

And God says to me:
God is I.


Daniil Kharms, from “Untitled, September 14, 1931” in Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings, trans. by Matvei Yankelevich

And at last, faintly, falling: this day’s over.

    — Ian McEwan, from Saturday

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