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Saturday Quote

This is an island, composed of Mary and me, her brush and my gloves, my aching and her gaze.  On her canvas, I become a healthy woman in blue and white.  Sun and brush heal me, brush and sun, and French birds in a French garden.”
– From Lydia Cassatt Reading the Morning Paper by Harriet Scott Chessman

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‘Lydia Reading on a Divan’ by Mary Cassatt (1880-1881)

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Saturday Quote

“When she was small, the daughter thought everyone’s life was like this.  Your mother was the center of everything, the sun; your father was the faraway planet who opened into something wonderful only under the lights, while you sat in the dark, a spectator, and listened to words that only sounded like the words you knew.  The ghosts were your soft and small friends, almost imaginary, skittering through the walls and along the ceiling.  Clustering round your soul at night for warmth.”
– From ‘The Ghosts Eat More Air’ (in May We Shed These Human Bodies) by Amber Sparks

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Saturday Quote

“Literature is a source of pleasure…  it is one of the rare inexhaustible joys in life, but it’s not only that.  It must not be disassociated from reality.  Everything is there.  That is why I never use the word fiction.  Every subtlety in life is material for a book…  Novels don’t contain only exceptional situations, life or death choices, or major ordeals; there are also everyday difficulties, temptations, ordinary disappointments; and, in response, every human attitude, every type of behavior, from the finest to the most wretched…  Literature informs, instructs, it prepares you for life…”
– From A Novel Bookstore by Laurence Cosse

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