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Surely even those immune from the world, for the time being, need the touch of one another, or all is lost.Eudora Welty
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Art is not in some far-off place.Lydia Davis
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I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed–not sex–but sex was how we got there.Amy Hempel
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The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss–you have gone and lost something else. But the body moves toward health. The mind, too, in steps. One step at a time. Ask a mother who has just lost a child, How many children do you have? "Four, " she will say, "–three, " and years later, "Three, " she will say, "–four.Amy Hempel
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I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands. In the course of the experiment, that chimp had a baby. Imagine how her trainers must have thrilled when the mother, without prompting, began to sign her newborn. Baby, drink milk. Baby, play ball. And when the baby died, the mother stood over the body, her wrinkled hands moving with animal grace, forming again and again the words: Baby, come hug, Baby come hug, fluent now in the language of grief.Amy Hempel
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It was late afternoon. This time tomorrow he would be somewhere on a good graveled road, driving his car past things that happened to people, quicker than their happening.(" Death of a Traveling Salesman")Eudora Welty
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And it was so still. The silence of the fields seemed to enter and move familiarly through the house. The wind used the open hall. He felt that he was in a mysterious, quiet, cool danger. It was necessary to do what?...to talk.(" Death Of A Traveling Salesman")Eudora Welty
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The thing that seemed like silence must have been the endless cry of all the crickets and locusts in the world, rising and falling.(" The Wide Net")Eudora Welty
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I can talk for a long time only when it's about something boring.Lydia Davis
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Never to have to think of yourself as white is a luxory that makes you deeply stupid.Leonard Michaels
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When they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang up where they walked. The insects ticked softly, their strength in reserve; butterflies chopped the air, going to the east, and the birds flew carelessly and sang by fits. They went down again and soon the smell of the river spread over the woods, cool and secret. Every step they took among the great walls of vines and among the passion-flowers started up a little life, a little flight.' We’re walking along in the changing-time, ' said Doc. 'Any day now the change will come. It’s going to turn from hot to cold, and we can kill the hog that’s ripe and have fresh meat to eat. Come one of these nights and we can wander down here and tree a nice possum. Old Jack Frost will be pinching things up. Old Mr. Winter will be standing in the door. Hickory tree there will be yellow. Sweet-gum red, hickory yellow, dogwood red, sycamore yellow.' He went along rapping the tree trunks with his knuckle. 'Magnolia and live-oak never die. Remember that. Persimmons will all get fit to eat, and the nuts will be dropping like rain all through the woods here. And run, little quail, run, for we’ll be after you too.' They went on and suddenly the woods opened upon light, and they had reached the river. Everyone stopped, but Doc talked on ahead as though nothing had happened. 'Only today, ' he said, 'today, in October sun, it’s all gold–sky and tree and water. Everything just before it changes looks to be made of gold.'(" The Wide Net") .Eudora Welty