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“Cemeteries stutter like broken radios static and memory, all at once. Not quiet. Never quiet. Just my father’s voice trapped between stations, trying to reach me across years he never learned how to carry. The way he would clear his throat before telling me things I wasn’t ready to hear. My mother didn’t cry at burials. She folded her grief into the corners of her saree, tucked them between recipe books, let the scent of cardamom mourn in her place. Grief is not an echo. It’s the bruise on a peach. It’s turmeric beneath the nails. It’s calling out names in a cemetery and flinching when no one turns. Some days I mistake sidewalks for gravestones. Some days I pour tea for the silence at the table. Some days I mistake dust for the breath of memory. Some days I say “I miss you” to the crack in the wall near the kitchen sink, to the kind of quiet that doesn’t leave. But grief never finishes its tea it just stains the cup and walks away barefoot.”

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Book:A Shelf of Things I Never Said
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“I saw something ancient, because I knew I was not seeing something beautiful, but beauty itself, like the holy thought of God. I was discovering that perfection, even glimpsing it once, and once only, was something light and lovely. I looked at that form from the distance, but I felt that I had no hold on that image, as happens when you are on in years and you seem to glimpse clear signs on a parchment, but you know that the moment you move closer they will blur, and you will never be able to read the secret that the page was promising you - or, as in dreams, when something you desire appears to you, you reach out, move your fingers in the void, and grasp nothing.”

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Book:Baudolino
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“This seat is for VIPs only," he said, removing the placard and lifting the pillow. "That would be you." Isabella felt like a piece of mozzarella cheese that'd been stretched and dunked and stretched again as it arrived at its final destination. A night that was supposed to be celebratory had become royally embarrassing, and now it was taking a turn toward the romantic? "This is so nice," she said, finally looking at Gabe as he escorted her to her stool. His face was open and eager and focused entirely on Isabella. Was it because of her hair? Her dress? Her makeup? Well, no: when he'd first met her, she was wearing overalls and a tie-dyed Ben & Jerry's T-shirt and hadn't showered in two days and was about to get fired, and he'd still seemed smitten. "Will you let me cook for you? Put yourself into my hands?" If Isabella had a kink, this would be it. "Ummm... a hundred percent yes?" she answered.”

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Book:Food Person
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“Do you want to live your entire life with me, but very far from here? It's in the mountains, in Switzerland, there's a certain place there... Don't worry, I'll never abandon you and I won't put you into a madhouse. I'll have enough money to live without begging. You will have a servant, you won't have to do any work. Everything you can possibly want will be provided for you. You will pray, go where you like and do what you like. I won't touch you. I won't leave the place and go anywhere my whole life either. If you want, I won't speak to you my whole life; if you want, you can tell me your stories every evening, as you used to in the corners of those rooms in Petersburg. I'll read books to you, if you wish. But in exchange for all this, it will be an entire life spent in one place, and a gloomy place at that. Do you want to? Can you make up your mind to do it? You won't regret it, and torment me with tears and curses?”

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Author:Fyodor Dostoevsky
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“I'm a rag doll, meant to comfort children. Certainly not to give them nightmares." "My darling, being scary isn't about having green scales or pointed teeth! Why, you could be the most angelic being around and still elicit screams. Here. Let me show you how it's done." He steps back into our bedroom's shadows, where the moonlight falls halfway on his skull. "Play with light and shadow," he says, stretching his jaw into a grin that would look cheerful under normal lighting but, in the half shadows, lends a sinister air. "Then, use your surroundings," he advises as he sweeps toward the fireplace. With his pointed black boot, he nudges a burning log, which shoots out sparks around him that crackle and pop. I squeeze my hands together at my chest, murmuring "oooh" at the impressive display. He takes both my hands in his, holding them against the cage of his ribs, letting me feel the pulse of his undead heart. He captures my gaze and says, "Lastly, understand why you scare." Before I can think on the question, he draws me forward until our lips connect, and when he cups my chin with his bone-smooth palm, I feel a spark jump between us like the ones dancing up toward the ceiling from the log in our fireplace. His hand fits against the curve of my back, and love for him thrums through me. When I gently pull back, I gaze up through my lashes and playfully tease, "What does kissing have to do with being scary?" "Nothing at all," he murmurs, then winks. "But I certainly understand why I did it.”

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Book:Hour of the Pumpkin Queen
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“My Idea of Romance (Love Sonnet) My idea of romance is a bit different, it's not steamy hot sex at the back of a car, my idea of romance is to snuggle up together on the couch, with pizza and Gilmore Girls. Excitement lasts till lust is satisfied, intimacy transcends excitement in love and life. Intercourse is a small variable in the love equation, there is more to love than doing it from behind. There's a difference between being horny and being in love, when you are horny, you want release - when in love, you don't want to be released. Intimacy is a life-long journey, it doesn't end with stripping off clothes - real intimacy begins when you stand baring your soul.”

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Book:The God Sonnets: Naskar Art of Theology
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