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“Sognò alberi che gelavano, che esplodevano nella notte; sognò lupi al galoppo lungo un crinale e labirinti in miniatura sotto la neve. Forse, pensò in seguito, erano in realtà i sogni degli insetti, che percorrevano l’aria gelida tra lui e loro lungo fili invisibili. Forse erano lì da sempre e solo ora riusciva a sintonizzarcisi, come se si trovasse ancora sulla spiaggia e vagasse tra le frequenze con la radiolina a onde corte. I sogni da letargo degli insetti: cristalli di ghiaccio sotto l’esoscheletro, dentro i minuscoli organi, il sangue sospeso in filigrane, coroncine, diademi. Ognuno a sognare il giorno in cui sarebbe arrivato il disgelo, in cui il sole li avrebbe raggiunti nel tronco o bozzolo o galleria e li avrebbe accesi come una lampada.”

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Book:About Grace
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“L'esistenza di ognuno di noi comincia con un'unica cellula, più piccola di un granello di polvere. Molto più piccola. Suddividiti. Moltiplicati. Somma e sottrai. La materia cambia padrone, gli atomi affluiscono e defluiscono, le molecole ruotano, le proteine si legano, i mitocondri emanano i loro decreti di ossidazione; in principio erano microscopici sciami elettrici. I polmoni il cervello il cuore. Quaranta settimane dopo, seimila miliardi di cellule s'incuneano nella morsa del canale del parto di nostra madre, e noi strilliamo. Dopo di che il mondo inizia a darci addosso.”

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Book:All the Light We Cannot See
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“Omeir shivers inside his oxhide cape and watches the river roar past, full of debris and foam, and remembers how Grandfather would say that the littles streams, high on the mountain, small enough to dam with your hand, would eventually join the river, and that the river, though quick and violent, was but a drop in the eye of the great Ocean that encircles all the lands of the world, and contains every dream everyone has ever dreamed.”

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Book:Cloud Cuckoo Land
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“Invisible Beasts is a strange and beautiful meditation on love and seeing, a hybrid of fantasy and field guide, novel and essay, treatise and fable. With one hand it offers a sad commentary on environmental degradation, while with the other it presents a bright, whimsical, and funny exploration of what it means to be human. It's wonderfully written, crazily imagined, and absolutely original.”

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“Here's what I mean by the miracle of language. When you're falling into a good book, exactly as you might fall into a dream, a little conduit opens, a passageway between a reader's heart and a writer's, a connection that transcends the barriers of continents and generations and even death ... And here's the magic. You're different. You can never go back to being exactly the same person you were before you disappeared into that book.”

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“We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. Then the world starts in on us.”

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Book:All the Light We Cannot See: A Novel
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“I used to think...that I had to be careful with how much I lived. As if life was a pocketful of coins. You only got so much and you didn't want to spend it all in one place...But now I know that life is the one thing in the world that never runs out. I might run out of mine, and you might run out of yours, but the world will never run out of life. And we're all very lucky to be part of something like that.”

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“The easier an experience, or the more entrenched, or the more familiar, the fainter our sensation of it becomes. This is true of chocolate and marriages and hometowns and narrative structures. Complexities wane, miracles become unremarkable, and if we're not careful, pretty soon we're gazing out at our lives as if through a burlap sack.”

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Book:Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World
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