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ROBERT KENNEDY, whose summer home is eight miles from the home I live in all year round, was shot two nights ago. He died last night. So it goes. Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes. And every day my Government gives me a count of corpses created by military science in Vietnam. So it goes. My father died many years ago
... See moreKurt Vonnegut • Slaughterhouse-Five
indelible
Haruki Murakami • 1Q84: Books 1 and 2
She thinks of Dexter, sheltering from the rain on the steps of the new house, looking at his watch, impatient; he'll wonder where I am, she thinks. He'll worry. Then Emma Mayhew dies, and everything that she thought or felt vanishes and is gone forever."
One Day
The single best thing you can do for the world. It occurs to her: The problem begins with that word world. It means two such opposite things. The real one we cannot see. The invented one we can’t escape. She lifts the glass and hears her father read out loud: Let me sing to you now, about how people turn into other things.
Richard Powers • The Overstory: A Novel
My appearance, he thought. Yes, that is it. How do I appear? There is no deceiving anyone; I do not belong here. On this land that white men cleared and built one of their finest cities. I am an outsider in my own country.
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
parvenu.