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 MaguireMots clés immortality
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
Gregory MaguireMots clés 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 MaguireMots clés self story storytelling
But this was fancy; she was succumbing to fancy in a way she hadn't done before.
Gregory MaguireMots clés fantasy fancy abandon
No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
Gregory MaguireMots clés words writing memory
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Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.
Gregory MaguireMots clés 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 MaguireMots clés interiority
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