“You know,” she’d said, “they say people are like snowflakes, each one unique, but I think they’re more like skies. “Do you know how to live three hundred years?” she says. “But a life without art, without wonder, without beautiful things-she would go mad. It is just a storm, but there is always another waiting in its wake.” “It is just a storm, he tells himself, but he is tired of looking for shelter. Here is one day, and here is the next, and the next, and you take what you can, savor every stolen second, cling to every moment, until it’s gone.” “But this is how you walk to the end of the world. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?” You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. “Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. “Don’t you remember, she told him then, when you were nothing but shadow and smoke? Darling, he’d said in his soft, rich way, I was the night itself.” “Take a drink every time you hear you’re not enough.”

“Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. “Nothing is all good or all bad,” she says. “Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.” “Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.” Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end… everyone wants to be remembered” Because visions weakens, and voices wither, and talent fades…. “Because time is cruel to all, and crueler still to artists. Still, it does not seem such a bad word.” Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives-or to find strength in a very long one.” Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. “Three words, large enough to tip the world.

But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. “What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?” “Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives–or to find strength in a very long one.”

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