He's at ease, his body sculpted to the music, his shoulder searching the other shoulder, his right toe knowing the left knee, the height, the depth, the form, the control, the twist of his wrist, the bend of his elbow, the tilt of his neck, notes digging into arteries, and he is in the air now, forcing the legs up beyond muscular memory, one last press of the thighs, an elongation of form, a loosening of human contour, he goes higher and is skyheld.
Colum McCann
There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.
travel afterlife
Literature can stop my heart and execute me for a moment, allow me to become someone else.
author
dance
Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was non ov those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.
goodness
One of those out-of-the-ordinary days that made sense of the slew of ordinary days. New York had a way of doing that. Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.
new-york-city
I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.
new-york-city electricity
There are no days more full than those we go back to.
nostalgia
Things in life have no real beginning, though our stories about them always do.
storytelling
What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday.
inspirational-religious
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