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“But I could not sleep that night and I got up and sat in a chair and looked out of the window and I could see the square in the moonlight where the lines had been and across the square the trees shining in the moonlight, and the darkness of their shadows, and the benches bright too in the moonlight, and the scattered bottles shining, and beyond the edge of the cliff where they had all been thrown. And there was no sound but the splashing of the water in the fountain and I sat there and I thought we have begun badly.”
— Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
For Whom The Bell Tolls
“She kisses him on the shoulder in the Moorish custom. They look at one another. They look into the light. They jump. There is no question I covet that conversation. There is no question I am someone starving. There is no question I am making this journey to find out what that appetite is. And I see him free of it, as if he had simply crossed to the other side of a bridge. I see desire set free in him like some ray of mysterious light. Now tell me the truth: would you cross that bridge if you came to it?”
— Anne Carson (1950- )
Plainwater
