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I’ll explain to her, even though I don’t have to. Why I did it. How if I hadn’t killed her she would have died and that is something I could not bear to happen to her.

That’s my middle-west – not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

Well, she thought, that big old dawg with the hatred in his eyes had killed her after all.

Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at whichmy nose is in great indignation. (IV, 1, lines 223-224)

They would get their shit together, and keep it together, and maintain it neatly and in good working order.

e continuiamo a remare, barche contro corrente, risospinti senza posa nel passato.

Aw, git reconciled!.. You can’t git her wid no fish sandwich.

Proximity to death brings with it a corresponding proximity to life.

Flushed with his impassioned gibberish, he saw himself standing alone on the last barrier of civilization.

The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge.

If my children are silly, I must hope to be always sensible of it.

It’s uh known fact…you got tuh go there tuh know there. Yo’ papa and yo’ mama and nobody else can’t tell yuh and show yuh.

Hear that quiet, man?’ he said. ‘That quiet – just listen. There’s your moral.

The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something–most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning–

They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.

You learn, finally, that you’ll die, and so you try to hang on to your own life, that gentle, naive kid you used to be, but then after a while the sentiment takes over, and the sadness, because you know for a fact that you can’t ever bring any of it back again. You just can’t.

The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens – finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.

When I am in the country, I never wish to leave it; and when I am in town It is pretty much the same. They have each their advantages, and I can be equally happy in either.

It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways.

He seemed so certain of everything, didn’t he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman’s head. He couldn’t even be sure he was alive because he was living like a dead man.