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There's nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.Michael Chabon
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The problem, if anything, was precisely the opposite. I had too much to write: too many fine and miserable buildings to construct and streets to name and clock towers to set chiming, too many characters to raise up from the dirt like flowers whose petals I peeled down to the intricate frail organs within, too many terrible genetic and fiduciary secrets to dig up and bury and dig up again, too many divorces to grant, heirs to disinherit, trysts to arrange, letters to misdirect into evil hands, innocent children to slay with rheumatic fever, women to leave unfulfilled and hopeless, men to drive to adultery and theft, fires to ignite at the hearts of ancient houses.Michael Chabon
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Other than along certain emotional tangents there was little in the book that felt as if it had actually been lived. It was a fiction produced by someone who knew only fictions, The Tempest as written by isolate Miranda, raised on the romances in her father's library.Michael Chabon
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Although it wasn't raining anymore, the air was still heavy with water, and rain gutters were ringing all over Point Breeze.Michael Chabon
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[His coat] emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse.Michael Chabon
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He looked so profoundly disappointed in me that I wondered for a moment if he was someone I knew.Michael Chabon
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As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to keep.Michael Chabon