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121 " ...Landsman doesn't buy that. Bina never stopped wanting to redeem the world. She just let the world she was trying to redeem get smaller and smaller until at one point, it could be bounded in the hat of a hopeless policeman. "
― Michael Chabon , The Yiddish Policemen's Union
122 " The handy thing about being a father is that the historic standard is so pitifully low. "
― Michael Chabon , Manhood for Amateurs
123 " Long life wore away everything that was not essential. "
― Michael Chabon , The Final Solution
124 " The first and last duty of the lover of the game of baseball," Peavine's book began, "whether in the stands or on the field, is the same as that of the lover of life itself: to pay attention to it. When it comes to the position of catcher, as all but fools and shortstops will freely acknowledge, this solemn requirement is doubled. "
― Michael Chabon , Summerland
125 " Fathering imposed an obligation that was more than your money, your body, or your time, a presence neither physical nor measurable by clocks: open-ended, eternal, and invisible, like the commitment of gravity to the stars. "
― Michael Chabon , Telegraph Avenue
126 " Mr. Feld was right; life was like baseball, filled with loss and error, with bad hops and wild pitches, a game in which even champions lost almost as often as they won, and even the best hitters were put out seventy percent of the time. "
127 " The girl was a labyrinth to him; only by chance and error did he ever stumble blindly into her heart. "
― Michael Chabon , Moonglow
128 " He didn't want to be what he wasn't, he didn't know how to be what he was. "
129 " Nothing that had ever happened to him, not the shooting of Oyster, or the piteous muttering expiration of John Wesley Shannenhouse, or the death of his father, or internment of his mother and grandfather, not even the drowning of his beloved brother, had ever broken his heart quite as terribly as the realization, when he was halfway to the rimed zinc hatch of the German station, that he was hauling a corpse behind him "
― Michael Chabon , The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
130 " When he walked outside again, the sky was shining like a nickel and the air was filled with the smell of sugared nuts. "
131 " With patience and calm, persistence and stoicism, good handwriting and careful labeling, they would meet persecution, indignity, and hardship head-on. "
132 " I took comfort, as a kid, in knowing that things had always been as awful and as wonderful as they were now, that the world was always on the edge of total destruction. "
― Michael Chabon , Maps and Legends: Reading and Writing Along the Borderlands
133 " Her hair was a glory of tendrils for the snaring of husbands. "
134 " The exaltation of understanding; then understanding's bottomless regret. "
135 " Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing down with a kind of muscular reluctance to a stream that became a trickle and finally ceased; the heart had stopped. "
136 " I can imagine anything except having no imagination. "
137 " The little boy had wandered away from his mother, tacking across the grass to the play structure. His mother watched him go, proud, tickled, unaware that every time they toddled away from you, they came back a little different, ten seconds older and nearer to the day when they left you for good. Pearl divers in training, staying under a few seconds longer every time. "
138 " She was always threatening rain; he had been born with an umbrella in his hand. "
139 " Bina rolls her eyes, hands on her hips, glances at the door. Then she comes over and drops her bag and plops down beside him. How many times, he wonders, can she have enough of him, already, and still have not quite enough? "
140 " The two dozen commonplace childhood photographs - snowsuit, pony, tennis racket, looming fender of a Dodge - were an inexhaustible source of wonder for him, at her having existed before he met her, and of sadness for his possessing nothing of the ten million minutes of that black-and-white scallop-edged existence save these few proofs. "