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“He was conscious of a bliss that stole over him not infrequently now, had first stolen over him when he had first acquired this car, first bent over the bat-wing hood and seen the engine and drive-train, humble and useful like his own internal organs. It was a sense that at last what he knew of the world was sufficient to his being alive in it: that the world and what he knew of it were one. He called this feeling "growing up," and it did feel like growing, though in moments of mad elation he would wonder if what he was growing into weren't a Ford, or perhaps Ford: there was no other instrument, and no other man, so serenely purposeful and complete, August thought, so sufficient to the world and so self-sufficient: it would have been a destiny he could welcome.”

Quote by John Crowley

Book:Little, Big
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Little, Big

Set in a magical world, the story follows a young girl and her father as they navigate a landscape of shifting landscapes and changing seasons. The narrative delves into the complexities of parent-child relationships and the human experience of aging. more

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John Crowley
John Crowley

John Crowley, born on December 1, 1942, is an American author known for his fantasy and literary novels. His works are celebrated for their rich imagination and profound thematic explorations. more

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