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In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.

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Hortense Calisher
Age: 97 †
Born: 1911
Born: December 20
Died: 2009
Died: January 13
Author
Novelist
Short Story Writer
Writer
New York City
New York
Jack Fenno
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Family
Come
Exhausts
Spoken
Intimacy

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But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.
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What I have written-and how I came to write it-is most powerfully what I am.
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Women can't travel light. We're in charge of the basic facts.
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'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.
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Every art is a church without communicants, presided over by a parish of the respectable. An artist is born kneeling he fights to stand. A critic, by nature of the judgment seat, is born sitting.
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