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Me Talk Pretty One Day

In this collection of essays, David Sedaris delves into his personal anecdotes and observations, often with a focus on his struggles with language and communication. The essays are characterized by their wit and self-deprecating humor, offering readers a glimpse into the author's life and his unique perspective on the world. more

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David Sedaris
David Sedaris

David Sedaris, born on December 26, 1956, is an American humorist. His works are known for their unique sense of humor and profound insights into everyday life. Sedaris' writing often takes the form of memoir, narrating his personal experiences and observations. more

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“The world has become sad because a puppet was once melancholy. The nihilist, that strange martyr who has no faith, who goes to the stake without enthusiasm, and dies for what he does not believe in, is a purely literary product. He was invented by Turgenev, and completed by Dostoevsky. Robespierre came out of the pages of Rousseau as surely as the People's Palace rose out debris of a novel. Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose.”

“If human beings are all monsters, why should I sacrifice anything for them?" "Because they are beautiful monsters..., And when they live in a network of peace and hope, when they trust the world and their deepest hungers are fulfilled, then within that system, that delicate web, there is joy. That is what we live for, to bind the monsters together, to murder their fear and give birth to their beauty.”

“But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.”