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a place where my own thoughts could find refuge

At the time, I assumed that these tales were supposed to end happily, so I approached them with that expectation, always prepared to keep searching for the Isles of the Blessed. And so as a teenager I arrived at the Rosenhaus in Adelbert Stifter’s Indian Summer, where life is arranged in the servic…

—p.48 Not a Novel: A Memoir in Pieces Literary Role Models (47) by Jenny Erpenbeck
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the ruins of shopping malls

It was probably during that time that I learned to live with unfinished things, and with the knowledge that houses built for eternity aren’t really eternal. Only as an adult did I learn that when Hitler planned the major building projects for his Thousand-Year Reich, he intended them to be magnific…

—p.30 Homesick for Sadness (22) by Jenny Erpenbeck
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I remember one summer in a house in the countryside

I remember one summer in a house in the countryside, a house that hasn’t been our house for a long time now: I was sitting at the electric typewriter, writing a seminar paper on a fairly obscure topic, but one that had provoked me to intensive reflection and obsessive writing. I hadn’t even chosen …

—p.ix Preface (ix) by Jenny Erpenbeck
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why should I deserve to get the thing I most wanted

Many nights in those years I lay awake wondering if the thing I wanted most would simply not be a part of my life. I regretted the inordinate and unseemly amount of luck I had had thus far. Why should I deserve to get the thing I most wanted, when so much had been handed to me?

—p.114 Run Towards the Danger: Confrontations with a Body of Memory High Risk (103) by Sarah Polley
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why should I deserve to get the thing I most wanted

Many nights in those years I lay awake wondering if the thing I wanted most would simply not be a part of my life. I regretted the inordinate and unseemly amount of luck I had had thus far. Why should I deserve to get the thing I most wanted, when so much had been handed to me?

—p.114 High Risk (103) by Sarah Polley