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Marie was therefore exiled, as it were, like Cordelia in the old play.
Man is always beginning everything anew, even in his own life.
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”
We never really had what might be considered a normal conversation.
Americans have always a kind of tenderness for cheat.
The stones here carry the island’s low cry inside them. A landlocked grief.
We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
To resist him, I danced how he wanted, but made a mockery of it.
This body is all I have, I say. Some days it is still not enough.
Please, Theresa thought, as a tenderness surged within herself.
Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.
Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.
Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.
I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.
My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!
When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.
I stood among them as if in a brothel and inhaled the wind.
I will rehearse loss until I feel it coming. Until it’s real.
No one tells you what it sounds like out in the streets when bullets clang.
In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.
I stood there, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.
Audio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.
You see, I plan on remaining here as the most foolish god in the world.
Silence, it turned out, was a thing you could buy.
How many times had I passed it in a taxicab or walked within sight of it?
My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.
Soon I will walk up those same back steps the police took by force.