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Ars moriendi ars vivendi est: the art of dying is the art of living.Robert Charles Wilson
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We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.Robert Charles Wilson
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The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.Robert Charles Wilson