“i was talking about time. it’s so hard for me to believe in it. some things go. pass on. some things just stay. i used to think it was my rememory. you know. some things you forget. other things you never do. but it’s not. places, places are still there. if a house burns down, it’s gone, but the place–the picture of it–stays, and not just in my rememory, but out there, in the world.”
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“if it’s still there, waiting, that must mean nothing ever dies.”
“nothing ever does.”
- beloved, toni morrison