#donna tartt

You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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He sailed through the world guided only by the dim lights of impulse and habit, confident that his course would throw up

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My longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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But when I think of you, it’s as if you’ve gone away to sea on a ship—out in a foreign brightness where there are no paths,

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But when I think of you, it’s as if you’ve gone away to sea on a ship—out in a foreign brightness where there are no paths,

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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I was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched

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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of

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But when I think of you, it’s as if you’ve gone away to sea on a ship—out in a foreign brightness where there are no paths,

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But when I think of you, it’s as if you’ve gone away to sea on a ship—out in a foreign brightness where there are no paths,

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One likes to think there’s something in it, that old platitude amor vincit omnia. But if I’ve learned one thing in my short

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When you feel homesick, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.

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Forgive me, for all the things I did, but mostly for the ones I did not....

"We read to know we're not alone." - William Nicholson, Shadowlands...

Leo Tolstoy Edgar Allan Poe Kahlil Gibran Charles Baudelaire Rainer Maria Rilke Donna Tartt Fyodor Dostoevsky ...

[...] And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars....

They too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape; they’d had the same experience of looking up from their books ...

And I know I said earlier that he was perfect but he wasn’t perfect, far from it; he could be silly and vain and remote ...