Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes … - Ann-Marie MacDonald

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So,” I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?” “I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll be fine there while I’m gone.

Ann-Marie MacDonald

Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men. . . . Repeat, and cradle the pieces carefully, or events will scatter like marbles on a wooden floor.

Fall, Horse, Horses, Kings, Pattern, Threads

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Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the page. To be in a book. To slip into the crease where two pages meet, to live in the place where your eyes alight upon the words to ignite a world of smoke and peril, colour and serene delight. That is a journey no one can end with the change of a channel. Enduring magic.

Book, Compared, Eye, Eyes, Journey

It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.

Fire, Views, Funeral, Earth, Attend, View

Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

Believe, Fountain, Gift, Hope, No Hope

Piece by piece living is hard to do. It may even feel like the hardest thing. But it has this going for it: you never need to know what it is you're carrying on your shoulders.

Carrying, Going For It, Like, Living, Needs, Pieces

She's no lady. Her songs are all unbelievably unhappy or lewd. It's called Blues. She sings about sore feet, sexual relations, baked goods, killing your lover, being broke, men called Daddy, women who dress like men, working, praying for rain. Jail and trains. Whiskey and morphine. She tells stories between verses and everyone in the place shouts out how true it all is.

Blues, Everyone, Men, Rain, Song, Women