Quotes From "The Fly Trap: A Book About Summer Islands And The Freedom Of Limits" By

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Some days I tell myself that my mission is to say something about the art and sometimes the bliss of limitation. And the legibility of landscape. Other days are more dismal. As if I were queueing in the rain outside confessional literature’s nudist colony, mirrors everywhere, blue with cold. Unknown
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Every summer there are a number of nights, not many, but a number, when everything is perfect. The light, the warmth, the smells, the mist, the birdsong — the moths. Who can sleep? Who wants to? Unknown