Saturday, April 26, 2008

Until the writing hand hurts

It could be my epitaph. LEO GURSKY: HE TRIED TO MAKE SENSE.
That, in a nutshell, was the end of my preoccupation with death. Not that I stopped fearing it. I just stopped thinking about it.

From Nicole Krauss' The History of Love.

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