Like most people, most Westerners anyway, I have a sneaking suspicion I am immortal.
Gardeners, I think, dream bigger dreams than Emperor's. - Mary Cantwell
Gardeners, I think, dream bigger dreams than Emperor's.
- Mary Cantwell
I was, after all, the daughter of a man who believed that to be involved with books was to live at the heart of light, and the former wife of a man w… - Mary Cantwell
I was, after all, the daughter of a man who believed that to be involved with books was to live at the heart of light, and the former wife of a man w…
Mystery fiction is, after all, a substitute for tranquilizers, strong drink, and bad, if diverting, companions. One slips into bed ... onto the train… - Mary Cantwell
Mystery fiction is, after all, a substitute for tranquilizers, strong drink, and bad, if diverting, companions. One slips into bed ... onto the train…
the hymns were born in the fifteenth or sixteenth century or earlier, and listening to them was like licking an icicle: the same chill, the same puri… - Mary Cantwell
the hymns were born in the fifteenth or sixteenth century or earlier, and listening to them was like licking an icicle: the same chill, the same puri…
Meanwhile, as we read, two little girls slept as if couched on zephyrs on the south side of the parlor floor, in a room that had bunny wallpaper...an… - Mary Cantwell
Meanwhile, as we read, two little girls slept as if couched on zephyrs on the south side of the parlor floor, in a room that had bunny wallpaper...an…
Silence was the cure, if only temporarily, silence and geography. But of what was I being cured? I do not know, have never known. I only know the cur… - Mary Cantwell
Silence was the cure, if only temporarily, silence and geography. But of what was I being cured? I do not know, have never known. I only know the cur…
Like most people, most Westerners anyway, I have a sneaking suspicion I am immortal. - Mary Cantwell
In giving our daughter life, her father and I had also given her death, something I hadn't realized until that new creature flailed her arms in what … - Mary Cantwell
In giving our daughter life, her father and I had also given her death, something I hadn't realized until that new creature flailed her arms in what …
I had wanted to come back to Greenwich Village ever since I had left Waverly Place, and since moving to West Eleventh Street, I have never lived anyp… - Mary Cantwell
I had wanted to come back to Greenwich Village ever since I had left Waverly Place, and since moving to West Eleventh Street, I have never lived anyp…
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