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Tracy Kidder
Tracy Kidder

Tracy Kidder, born on November 12, 1945, is an American writer known for his in-depth investigative reporting and biographical works. His writing is characterized by its straightforward narrative style and detailed portrayal of ordinary people's extraordinary lives, with notable works including 'Mountains Beyond Mountains' and 'Souls in the Hands of God'. more

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“They were no longer standing the way he'd stood them, no longer engaged in the glorious basking that overwhelmed him on the headland. They were leaning toward the light now, craning toward it. He’d been dead wrong about the blitheness. The buttercups now seemed to know — to understand with that purely physical knowledge that all living things possess — that something was wrong. Their craning was like a cry: they were calling out with all the body language they possessed for a life or a place they had no minds with which to remember.”

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Author:David James Duncan
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“Fundamental movements are generally preoccupied with criticism, and with a desire for revenge and justice, a justice which is not tempered by mercy. ... Criticism, even when justified, can attract so many enemies that any spiritual possibilities one may have will be jeopardised because, to put it in its mildest form, having many enemies means having no peace.”

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Book:The Mystical Way and the Arthurian Quest
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“The other corner of his mouth twitches like he's trying to keep the butterflies in too and he glances down at his plate, his dark eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. I've never wanted to kiss anyone more. Oh. Oh. "Caleb?" He's far away again as I hear blood rushing in my ears. "Caleb? Are you okay?" The cold, blue spike of his worry is like dunking my head into a bucket of ice and I snap out of my own thoughts. He's looking at me again, the sparkle gone from his eyes as they fill with concern. "Yeah," I grunt, my voice sounding not like me at all. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I-" I can't tell him that I was thinking about leaping across the table and kissing him but I need to say something to explain why I've been--I'm assuming--staring at him, open-mouthed and blank, for the last few seconds.”

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Book:The Infinite Noise
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