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When you feel homesick,’ he said, ‘just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.

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Donna Tartt
Age: 60
Born: 1963
Born: December 23
Novelist
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Greenwood
Mississippi
Donna Louise Tartt
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Homesick
Wherever
Moon
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I love the tradition of Dickens, where even the most minor walk-on characters are twitching and particular and alive.
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Even if it meant that she had failed, she was glad. And if what she'd wanted had been impossible from the start, still there was a certain lonely comfort in the fact that she'd known it was impossible and had gone ahead and done it anyway.
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But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.
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Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
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Sometimes it's about playing a poor hand well.
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In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.
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When I looked at the painting I felt the same convergence on a single point: a flickering sun-struck instance that existed now and forever. Only occasionally did I notice the chain on the finch's ankle, or think what a cruel life for a little living creature - fluttering briefly, forced always to land in the same hopeless place.
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