They Said It Best

Every now and then I stumble across a succession of words so wonderfully arranged that I can’t help but linger over them. I’ve decided to hoard these tidbits away so that I may inspect, deconstruct, inhale, devour, savor, dive into, dance with, and wrap up in as my heart desires. 

“High on their posthumous pedestals, the dead become hard to see. Grief, deference, and the homogenizing effects of adulation blur the details, flatten the bumps, sand off the sharp corners.”

The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories Intro

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