"[You] wise old island, mute, leading the life of pure creaturehood open to any antelope or saint. After you've blown the ocean sky-high, whats there to say? What if we the people had the sense or grace to live as cooled islands in an archipelago live, with dignity, passion, and no comment?" -Annie Dillard
"I was, one might say, not so much anticipating the future as nostalgic for it, since what in my imaginings was to come was in reality already gone." - John Banville
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