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Lydia Millet Biography

Lydia Millet (born December 5, 1968) is an American novelist. Her third novel, My Happy Life, won the 2003 PEN Center USA Award for Fiction, and she has been a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize and the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. Salon wrote of Millet's work, "The writing is always flawlessly beautiful, reaching for an experience that precedes language itself."

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The gun is mightier than the pen, was our true opinion, and the RPG is mightier still.

Gun, Mightier, Opinion, Rpg, Rpgs

Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound.

Clouds, Idea, Ideas, Listened, Soft, Sound

Stay in these rooms for years and years, live on forever in a glorious museum.

Forever, Glorious, Museums, Rooms, Years

We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

Empathy, Eye, Eyes, Needs, Weep

It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of huddling together to keep out the cold. We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

Eye, Light, Needs, Pulse, Sea, Urge

The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender. . . Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyred, illumination of something given up as an offer.

Given, Grief, Heart, Perfect, Suffering, Sweet

The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was out of sight, that somewhere in the apartment she was sleeping or eating or sitting watchfully. It was family, he guessed, more or less. Did most people want a house of living things at night, to know that in the dark around them other warm bodies slept? Such a house could even be the whole world.

Dog, Home, House, Sleep, World

We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished.

Conformity, Distinguish, Distinguished, Hard, Long

Suffering ignites the spark of contact with the sublime and offers proof of humanity.

Contact, Grief, Humanity, Ignites, Spark, Sublime

Kate Bernheimer's fiction offers a unique and delicate gift, the tempting mirage of a grace that constantly escapes. The Complete Tales of Merry Gold is an exceptional, lovely book, beautifully enigmatic, speaking a language that mysteriously evokes the unspoken.

Book, Escapes, Gold, Grace, Language, Unique

Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.

Beloved, Closer, Grief, Sorrow, Suffering