remember.

I don’t know who had the training of you,” he continued doggedly, “but your morals are shocking. You spent a night in my bed, remember, after

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I don’t know who had the training of you,’ he continued doggedly, ‘but your morals are shocking. You spent a night in my bed, remember, after a night in a bawdy house. You go about collecting street urchins and letting inebriated vagabonds kiss you, and then you get into brawls in pawnshops. You are probably past all redemption, but I’m going to reform you anyhow. If you behave yourself, perhaps I’ll let you reform me on occasion, but I make no promises.

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Loretta Chase,

Viscount Vagabond

I held Angie Luna in that room for hours, and I remember the different times we made love like epochs in a civilization, each movement and

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I held Angie Luna in that room for hours, and I remember the different times we made love like epochs in a civilization, each movement and every touch, apex upon abyss. In the luxury of our bed, we tried every position and every angle. I explored the curves on her body and delighted in seeing the freedom of her ecstasy. Her desperate whispers and pleas. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too. We lay in bed with our limbs entangled, in a pacific silence that reminded me of existing on a beach just for the sake of such an existence. I couldn’t imagine the world ever becoming better, and for some strange reason the thought slipped into my head that I had suddenly grown to be an old man because I could only hope to repeat, but never improve on, a night like this. I finally took her home sometime when the interstate was empty, and the bridges seemed to lead to nowhere, for they were desolate too.

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Sergio Troncoso,

The Last Tortilla: and Other Stories

My success will be remembered by others. I don’t have to constantly remind myself. However, I must always remember my failure, for if I forget

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My success will be remembered by others. I don’t have to constantly remind myself. However, I must always remember my failure, for if I forget them, I am bound to myself.

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Lee Myung-Bak,

The Uncharted Path

Izzi: Remember Moses Morales Tom Verde: Who Izzi: The Mayan guide I told you about. Tom Verde: From your trip. Izzi: Yeah.

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Izzi: Remember Moses Morales
Tom Verde: Who
Izzi: The Mayan guide I told you about.
Tom Verde: From your trip.
Izzi: Yeah. The last night I was with him, he told me about his father, who had died. Well Moses wouldn’t believe it.
Tom Verde: Izzi…
Izzi: [embraces Tom] No, no. Listen, listen. He said that if they dug his father’s body up, it would be gone. They planted a seed over his grave. The seed became a tree. Moses said his father became a part of that tree. He grew into the wood, into the bloom. And when a sparrow ate the tree’s fruit, his father flew with the birds. He said… death was his father’s road to awe. That’s what he called it. The road to awe. Now, I’ve been trying to write the last chapter and I haven’t been able to get that out of my head!
Tom Verde: Why are you telling me this
Izzi: I’m not afraid anymore, Tommy.

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Darren Aronofsky,

The Fountain

A proper community, we should remember also, is a commonwealth: a place, a resource, an economy. It answers the needs, practical as well as

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A proper community, we should remember also, is a commonwealth: a place, a resource, an economy. It answers the needs, practical as well as social and spiritual, of its members – among them the need to need one another. The answer to the present alignment of political power with wealth is the restoration of the identity of community and economy.
pg. 63, ‘Racism and the Economy’

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Wendell Berry,

The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays