Those times are over and gone, and good riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the tick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away.
Gregory MaguireAre you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!
Gregory MaguireWhen you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking.
Gregory MaguireTags: immortality
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
Gregory MaguireTags: death cruelty immortality insomnia
We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls...
Gregory MaguireTags: self story storytelling
But this was fancy; she was succumbing to fancy in a way she hadn't done before.
Gregory MaguireNo, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
Gregory MaguirePerhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.
Gregory MaguireTags: family abandonment impermanence
And what new life can emerge from a book. Any book, maybe.
Gregory MaguireA capacity for interiority in the growing adult is threatened by the temptation to squander that capacity ruthlessly, to revel in hollowness. The syndrome especially plagues anyone who lives behind a mask...A hundred ways to duck the question: how will I live with myself now that I know what I know?
Gregory MaguireTags: interiority
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