October 31st, 2012
She began to think that all the beauty and ugliness and turbulence one found scattered through nature, one could also find in people themselves, all collected there, all together in a single place. No matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world - no flower or stone - as a single hello from a human being.
Birds of America by Lorrie Moore

∞03:00 am, by lostinthesounds ∩30
[Quote] [Book Quote] [Birds of America] [1998] [Lorrie Moore]
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