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Beautiful Sentences: Ron Hansen

Cold and calm under mackerel skies that pink in the sunset.

Ron Hansen, Mariette in Ecstasy.

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Beautiful Sentences: Penelope Fitzgerald

Language refers only to itself, it is not the key to anything higher.

Penelope Fitzgerald, The Blue Flower.

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Beautiful Sentences: Ron Hansen

When Jesus washed Saint Peter’s feet it was surely a lesson in humility for his apostle, not for himself. We do not like to be done for.

Ron Hansen, Mariette in Ecstasy.

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Beautiful Sentences: John Scalzi

If you could go back, why would you make the same choices? You already lived that life.

John Scalzi, Old Man’s War.

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Beautiful Sentences: Ron Hansen

Wild sleep has tossed aside the gray wool blanket and sheet and twisted her nightgown on her body so that it seems shameless and slatternly. A great gush of blond hair veils her pillow.

Ron Hansen, Mariette in Ecstasy.

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Beautiful Sentences: David Gilbert

I knew it was heading toward a dark place, but the way he twists the reader into being an accomplice, like you’re the voice in Edgar Mead’s head, that was pretty cool, like the reader affects what’s being read, kind of a Schrödinger’s cat-and-mouse game.

David Gilbert, & Sons.

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Beautiful Sentences: Ron Hansen

Mariette gazes around the oratory. Each nun stares at the prioress in common. Each stares at her separately.

Ron Hansen, Mariette in Ecstasy.

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Beautiful Sentences: David Gilbert

Adolescence seems to open a small hole in which the rest of our lives drain.

David Gilbert, & Sons.

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Beautiful Sentences: Beth Ann Fennelly

I want to paint in a foreign language.

Beth Ann Fennelly, “Berthe Morisot: Retrospective”

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Beautiful Sentences: David Gilbert

He seemed a veteran of—I don’t know, adolescence, I suppose, which like all wars is particular to the combatant.

David Gilbert, & Sons.

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