Drunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew. I was a fool for a girl with a dainty lexicon.
Michael ChabonThe magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.
Michael ChabonJerome Charyn is one of the most important writers in American literature and one of only three now writing whose work makes me truly happy to be a reader.
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