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She stepped back and examined its scale. Space evoked emotion in the same way an open landscape squeezed a heart. It set the mind to wonder, gave reverence to things beyond the self.

The thing about time was that no matter how Violet had changed on the outside, on the inside she had remained every age she ever was.

There is nothing more beautiful than a formal system with axioms that are perfectly internally consistent. Such systems can be right, and they can be wrong, but that is beside the point. The beauty is that there is no room for bias or prejudice, no tolerance for interference.

at least on some level, to actually feel separate, you must also actually feel connected, for how can you be separate from something that you are not already connected to? And how can you connect to something that you are not already separate from?

are the “two broad genres” that Maud Ellmann suggests

I understand these books as commonly defined by an experimentation with different forms of autobiographical acts for the purpose of gaining self-insight and promoting self-development. They explore various mark-making techniques that might make the inner world better known, visible for observation, and ripe for analysis.

It was like something that had been foretold, something out of Aesop, both metaphorical and hysterical, like everything, I guess.

The knife is the weapon of the fugitive, the assassin, the secret courier, the turncoat—in short, the spy.

I am arguing that precognition is just memory in reverse, or what we might for convenience call premory