The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.
--Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.
--Dianne Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.
--Kate Atkinson, Life After Life
--Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.
--Dianne Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.
--Kate Atkinson, Life After Life
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