"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real."
"There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless."
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Source: Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.4, Pan Macmillan
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