This is the final paragraph of one of my favorite books: "The Shipping News". Strange - I rarely cry when a book ends. But I cried when this book was over.
Annie Proulx, "The Shipping News:
Quoyle experienced moments in all colors, uttered brilliancies, paid attention to the rich sound of waves courting stones, he laughed and wept, noticed sunsets, heard music in rain, said I do ...
For if Jack Buggit could escape from the pickle jar, if a bird with a broken neck could fly away, what else might be possible? Water may be older than light, diamonds crack in hot goat's blood, mountaintops give off cold fire, forests appear in mid-ocean, it may happen that a crab is caught with the shadow of a hand on its back, that the wind be imprisoned in a bit of knotted string. And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.
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