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If in timeour treadcan softenmarble thenit’s alsopossible thatwords coulddish in themiddle whenread enough.Don’t you feelthat troughin certainlines brimminglike rain inan epitaph? —Kay Ryan Kay Ryan's most recent book of poems is Erratic…

The nurse is a prince—he laughs at my jokes,and I like anyone who laughs at my jokes—plus I’ve been here a lot and know the drilland don’t bitch to him…

The death I seecoming to mestops to chatmore frequently. "How's my good man?"he asks, all grinand bonhomie.He can get in any body-hole.I squeeze mine shut,don't even breathe.He can hear what…

Oliver Sacks

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After his stroke, your unclecould only say the wordsyes, no, shit and Jesus,but he could say thema hundred different ways.For example, when I teased himabout voting for Hillary Rodham Clinton—he was conservative and detested…

Mario Savio