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81 " Water was a wild, capricious substance: nothing solid, nothing permanent, nothing as it appeared. "
― Anthony Doerr , About Grace
82 " Every small, concurrent event had slowed down and assumed an excruciating clarity. "
83 " the whisper of space being compressed. "
84 " Any moment, it seemed, something could tear the sky and whatever was on the other sides would push through. "
85 " the dreams had ceased coming, as they often did, retreating somewhere else for years, until another event of sufficient significance neared, and the patterns of circumstance dragged them to the surface again. "
86 " The future waited for him to keep his appointment. "
87 " Here was the worst curse: he managed to force the dream from his conscious mind often enough that when it returned to him (opening the pantry door, say, recalling the sweep of floodwater), the experience of it became fresh and bleeding once more. "
88 " It was love. He excavated a boot print she'd left on the snowy step outside his apartment and preserved it in his freezer. "
89 " These were the beginnings of a new existence; Winkler could feel it gestating. "
90 " Who had he been? A failed father, a runaway husband. A son. A packet of unopened letters. He was dead; he was dead. "
91 " His thoughts skirted Sandy and especially Grace as if they were fatal chasms into which he might tumble. "
92 " To know her is to realize the thousand forms of inquiry. "
93 " Gates were creaking open inside him - paths, long sealed off, revealed themselves once more. "
94 " he could feel his hope wilting. "
95 " The air between them seemed to accumulate energy. "
96 " A torrent of language, a spring off the near-infinite stream of confessions he had harbored half his life, all of hers. "
97 " The years passed as clouds do, ephemeral and vaporous, condensing, sliding along awhile, then dispersing like ghosts. "
98 " she’d left, feeling the emptiness of the big theater "
99 " For Winkler each hour was another hour between Cleveland and Anchorage, between who they were becoming and who they had been. "
100 " Every thirty-one hundred years a volume of water equivalent to all the oceans passed through the atmosphere. "