Sunday, February 23, 2014

Sunday Sentence


Another Sunday in which I participate in the Sunday Sentence Project (#SundaySentence on Twitter):

"Death's cry comes through a ventriloquist, whose lips you never see move until they are howling with laughter."

from When Women Were Birds by Terry Tempest Williams

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    1. William, thank you. I think it is hauntingly true.

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  2. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one.

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    1. Steph, her point, as I understood it, is that you can never see (or hear) death coming. It is always a surprise, and a cruel and vicious one to boot.

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