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Ah, God, it's barbaric, however you look at it, ' he told Ruth.'What, cremation?' she asked.' Death.Anne Tyler
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There ought to be a while separate language, she thought, for words that are truer than other words - for perfect, absolute truth. It was the purest fact of her life: she did not understand him, and she never would.Anne Tyler
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I'm falling into disrepairAnne Tyler