times believed last page book last page life one same, book ended end, — Nicole Krauss, History Love

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At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

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