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Beautiful Sentences: J. Robert Lennon

Stories exist to make sense of life.

J. Robert Lennon, Familiar.

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Beautiful Sentences: Denis Johnson

Looking at her I thought of going out in the fields with my wife back when we were so in love we didn’t know what it was.

Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son.

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Beautiful sentences: David Bezmogis

Though he did not want to desecrate his grief, Alec nonetheless said, I just buried my father, I’d like to come up.

David Bezmogis, The Free World.

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Beautiful sentences: Terese Svoboda

At least we have our own cell to settle in. At least the baby doesn’t die of the shot the way he could have, with all the cell fleas and a flesh wound and no mother. He is used to Sharon more anyway is what I suppose, what with the mother no doubt seeping milk out onto the plow handles whenever she came close enough to wave instead of feed him. At least the fleas here keep him so miserable he couldn’t find eternal rest if you laid it in front of him,

Terese Svoboda, Bohemian Girl.

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Beautiful Sentences: Lillian S. Robinson

But ours is a movement that is only half certain where it is marching, and poetry is more often relegated to the “cultural events,” the entertainment segment of feminist conferences, rallies, and meetings, the thing we drop into when the real political work is over. It needs to be more than that, and I am convinced that it will be—when there is a movement demanding that this most sensitive instrument be pressed into the service of a more sweeping analysis and a more definite direction than any we have yet devised.

Lillian S. Robinson, “The Keen Eye… Watching: Poetry and the Feminist Movement”

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I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it’s gone, it’s like there’s nothing left of you at all.

Marilynne Robinson, Home.

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Jack glanced up at her blandly, not quite smiling, touching his fingertips together as if there were no such thing in the world as a hint.

Marilynne Robinson, Home.

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I didn’t want to go home. My wife was different than she used to be, and we had a six-month-old baby I was afraid of, a little son.

Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

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When the pie was done and the roast was in the oven and the biscuits were made and set aside and the old man had nodded off in the warmth of the kitchen, Jack went upstairs and Glory sat down to read for a while.

Marilynne Robinson, Home

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She looks down at the playbill. She looks down.
Terese Svoboda, Bohemian Girl.
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