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" Abe recalled hearing medical examiners say a person who died lost twenty-one grams of weight—the measure of a human soul. He realized, though, holding his daughter in his arms, that the scale was all wrong. Loss should have been measured in leagues: the linear time line he would not spend with her as she lost her first tooth, lost her heart over a boy, lost the graduation cap she tossed into a silvered sky. Loss should have been measured circularly, like angles: the minutes between the two of them, the degrees of separation. "

- Jodi Picoult (Weights and Measures)

" Sometimes I think that truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where you come from. If you walk toward the truth, you will reach it, whatever path you take. "

- Neil Gaiman (The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains)

" If one person has loved another truly and wholly, then it is more than love that collapses when one side of the indissoluble partnership turns away with a tearful goodbye. "

- Doris Lessing (The Habit of Loving)

" Love happens, like age or weather. It’s not hard to do, only to endure, sometimes. "

- Emma Donoghue (Onward)

(Source: The Atlantic)

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by Molly Patterson

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for anyone wondering where i’ve been getting the bulk of my most recent quotes from, i’ve been reading The Best American Short Stories 2010.  the series has never let me down, although this is the first i’ve owned and actually attempted to read entirely.  if you get a chance, buy it or check it out from the library or borrow it from me when i finish (probably in a few days now that summer has begun).  i’m only just over half way through, but so far:

Safari by Jennifer Egan is the saddest, most beautiful piece of writing i’ve ever read.  it compares to Hills Like White Elephants, i think.

Delicate Edible Birds by Lauren Groff is a very “what would i do in that situation?” type of story, although not until the end do you realize it.

Least Resistance by Wayne Harrison is too short, and i mean that in a good way.  i read the last paragraph at the bottom of the page, and when i saw the start of a new story on the next page i swear i flipped that page back and forth trying to see if i missed something.

all of them have been a joy to read, and i would read them all again.  by no means am i saying these three are the best, just ones i wanted to say something about.  i could go into lavish detail about the rest too, but i’d rather you read them.  so do it.