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It can't be helped: in Colombia, any gathering of more than six people, regardless of class or the hour, is doomed to turn into a dance. Notes on a Kidnapping, Gabriel Garia Márquez 💙📚 #booksky

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 5h

A random W. B. Yeats spotting today...

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 05/10/2026

This world can throw all sorts of things at you, you know. Things you never imagined. Life has a way of taking unexpected turns. Remember that before you start judging people. Twilight in Musashino, Seichō Matsumoto 💙📚 #booksky

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 05/10/2026

The Gates Of Hell (detail), Auguste Rodin

Detail image of the Gates of Hell sculpture by Auguste Rodin

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 28/09/2026

www.instagram.com/hrtbarkitekt... PLEASE FOLLOW MY COMPANY'S INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT @hrtbarkitekter I'm running the social media and we're 9 followers away from 400, it would mean a great deal to me. #architecture #arkitektur #norwegian #norsk #instagram #followers #norge #norway #booksky

Architectural rendering of an apartment building, white stone facade with timber cladding and active ground floor cafe area

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 27/09/2026

You couldn't get away from troubles. They came dragging into the mirror with you, fanning over the snow, filled the dirty sink. Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚 #booksky

A picture of a book, Postcards by Annie Proulx

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 27/09/2026

Now reading: Twilight in Musashino by Seichō Matusmoto 💙📚 #booksky

A picture of a book, Twilight in Musashino by
Seichō Matsumoto, penguin classics

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 27/09/2026

Where do we find happiness? We pursue it, search for it, kill ourselves trying to find it, and all the time it's just here... It comes just when we've stopped expecting anything, stopped hoping, stopped being afraid. Sunday, Irène Nemirovsky 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 26/09/2026

Lectures on Literature, Nabokov 💙📚 #booksky

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 26/09/2026

The Burnt Orange Heresy by Charles Willeford 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 26/09/2026

Nothing exists. If anything exists, it is incomprehensible. If anything was comprehensible, it would be incommunicable. Gorgias 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 23/09/2026

And I pitied her so bad, that her life had taken this terrible turn. And when it came at me in the same way I felt like...I still can't say what I felt like. But I know one thing. You're never ready for when it turns on you and goes for the throat. Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 18/09/2026

He stared, numb with loss, scrabbled in the curling leaves for a sign, turned until the saplings heaved their branches and the trunks tilted. He could hear a drum. But what could it mean? The kernel of life, tiny, heavy, deep red in color, was secreted in these gabbling woods. Postcards, Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 17/09/2026

"you know, I'm not made to get along comfortable with most people...I seem to comb their hair the wrong way" Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 17/09/2026

Anybody knows that the ocarina started out as a prairie chicken call. Roy Orbison invented it with the prairie chicken in mind. Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 16/09/2026

It was as if the road between his two lives was the realest thing of all, as if the journey counted more than arriving at the end. Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 16/09/2026

Men couldn't imagine women's lives, they seemed to believe, as in a religion, that women were numbed by an instinctive craving to fill the wet mouths of babies. Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 16/09/2026

You couldn't get away from troubles. They came dragging into the mirror with you, fanning over the snow, filled the dirty sink. Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 11/09/2026

The boy the girl the cat bit scratched died

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 08/09/2026

She imagined an angel rising from the corpse, but couldn't hold the image, and thought instead of the body dissolving into the earth...plants...rock and rain. Where does it go, all those rivers of menstrual blood and wounds and injuries from the beginning of the world. Postcards, Annie Proulx 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 24/08/2026

A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill? East of Eden, John Steinbeck 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 22/08/2026

I strove to seize the inmost form With ardor fierce and hands of flame, But burst the Crystal Cabinet, And like a weeping Babe became The Crystal Cabinet, William Blake 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 21/08/2026

I have dawdled away a good part of my free time now carving vaguely on a scrap of mahogany, but I guess I have been thinking too. Who knows. I sit here in a kind of a stupor and call it thought. John Steinbeck 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 21/08/2026

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn’t telling or teaching or ordering. Rather he seeks to establish a relationship of meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome. John Steinbeck

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 19/08/2026

The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. The Second Coming, W. B. Yeats 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 16/08/2026

He hated Imperial Japanese who dropped those eggs on Pearl Harbour. He had no beef with native born Japanese. They were fellow Americans... This was pure Christian logic. Hate was wrong. He witnessed it now in wide context. Moral forfeit on an epidemic scale. Red Sheet, James Ellroy 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 16/08/2026

The Unknown Bird, Edward Thomas 💙📚

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P J McLaughlin @pjmclaughlin.no · 16/08/2026

I know now how life is cheap as dirt, And still the hungry, angry heart Hangs on and howls, biting at air. The Vacuum, Howard Nemerov 💙📚

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