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William Least Heat-Moon

Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren’t turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources. ― William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways. (Back Bay Books; 1st Back Bay pbk. ed edition, October 19, 1999)

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Barry Lopez

I felt a calmness birds can bring to people; and, quieted, I sensed here the outlines of the oldest mysteries: the nature and extent of space, the fall of light from the heavens, the pooling of time in the present, as if it were water. – Barry Lopez, Arctic Dreams. (Peter Smith Pub Inc, January… Continue reading Barry Lopez

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Sarah Cortez

[Give] me leave to forget you, darling, so I can be a man again. Instead of the empty flapping of a large bird’s wings. — Sarah Cortez, from “Orpheus Speaks,” Vanishing Points: Poems and Photographs of Texas Roadside Memorials, ed. Sarah Cortez (Texas Review Press, 2016)

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Ernest Hemingway

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.… Continue reading Ernest Hemingway

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Jack Kerouac

I ached all over for her; I leaned my head in her beautiful hair. Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. ‘I love love,’ she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence… Continue reading Jack Kerouac

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