Posts tagged prose.

The sharpness of that knowledge went away almost as soon as I’d boarded the T, but it has returned over the years, and even now sometimes — I am older, and my life is very different — I can feel again how amazed I was that morning.

    — Curtis Sittenfeld, from Prep

I didn’t think I’d be that lucky, though, because I am too much a saga of a certain type of person: fuzzy blackness, impractical meditations and repressed desires.

    — Charles Bukowski, from “The Aftermath of a Lengthy Rejection Slip” 

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[The woman at the ticket window asked me, “Monsieur, où allez-vous aujourd’hui?”
Roma, I said.] Roma.

    — Rawi Hage, from De Niro’s Game

'Your mother has been found.'


Alan Bradley, from Speaking from Among the Bones 

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Thirteen might turn out to be a good year for lemons.

    — Daniel Hayes, from The Trouble With Lemons

When we don’t speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

    — Herta Müller, from The Land of Green Plums, trans. Michael Hofmann

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