Our Golden Age
It was not your fault; I do not blame you. Please forgive me for running away, and remember me with love as I remember you and our golden age.
- Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
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The Heart
Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing with a kind of muscular reluctance to a stream that became a trickle and finally ceased; the heart had stopped.
- Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
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