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In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
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I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.