How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.

“Passei a entender que há coisas por baixo das coisas ― por baixo das coisas ― e…”

“Picking oranges in Florida. Pushing a broom in New Orleans. Mucking out horse-s…”

“I still believe in the resilience of the human heart and the essential validity…”

“When he remembered to turn and look for it, the Talisman was gone.”