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467 pages, Paperback
First published July 3, 2006
...after a time, one finds that the heart is simply not meant to pound all the time. The world couldn't go on. Regular rhythms are best. Look at nature.
The clock of my heart and the clock of my body have never shown the same time.
I envy people who are synchronized, who are always their proper age. They have the secret of easy living.
Responsibilty, she discovered, was a sort of drug.
But her chief emotion was pity: for father's embarrassment at having to tell her this, for the staggerings of a man obliged, even for a little time, to throw away the crutches of untruth.
Yes, put it there, fill the table so there's no space left, no room for the guilt.