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3 years, 6 months ago

he found coolness as an old man

I thought about how my father once told me that he found coolness as an old man. The story I’d always heard was that he’d lost it. No, he said, cool came to him when he decided to no longer go after things. He set it up so that everyone would have to find him. And they did. He went full detachment.…

—p.116 I Fear My Pain Interests You by Stephanie LaCava
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you don’t avoid the most unexpected tragedies

He must have twenty years on me, I decided, coasting on his calm and fine lines both.

A trauma surgeon. What does it take to push someone that way? You don’t avoid the most unexpected tragedies; you invite them. What is there to fear. You know you will see the worst. You have control. Resurrecti…

—p.110 by Stephanie LaCava
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it’s like heaven

Magdalen put the steaks on the plates. Anne and Virginia arranged servings of salad and pasta. They all sat in lawn chairs and ate from the warm plates in their laps. The steak was good and rare; its juices ran into the salad and pasta when Virginia moved her knees. A light wind blew loose hairs ar…

—p.203 Bad Behavior Heaven (173) by Mary Gaitskill
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lighting up a sparkling flurry of dust flecks

They had egg sandwiches and fruit for lunch. Virginia had cleaned the kitchen and put a vase of pink and white carnations on the table. The fruit was cut up in a large cream-colored bowl. They helped themselves at a leisurely pace, sometimes eating the wet, lightly bruised fruit straight from the b…

—p.200 Heaven (173) by Mary Gaitskill
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she couldn’t bear the thought of lying next to him

She slept on the couch in the den every night. At first it just happened that way. She’d be sitting before the TV with her glass of Scotch when Jarold would kiss the top of her head and go upstairs. She’d go into the kitchen and get a bottle and drink from it. She’d watch the chartreuse-and-violet …

—p.199 Heaven (173) by Mary Gaitskill