walking far from home

I heard sinners making music, and I've dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound
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Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

—Child

calls out to me like a siren to a scoundrel

At 18 our convictions are hills from which we look; at 45 they are caves in which we hide.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair

…the tree growing there now was a mere replacement, a variety more resistant to insect infestation but less beautiful or big. Which was a history lesson in itself. It applied to so many American things.

—Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot