“Tonight I’m pushing everyone away. I did it all day but tonight I’m vicious about it. I’ve camped out by my favorite window and no amount of harmonica playing, rattle of dishes, laughter of voices from other rooms deep in this house can draw me out…. I don’t want to be walking around peeling my shirt off these days. I want deep layers of Canadian blankets and fire. Red eye of fire. And dogs. And cold cold nights.” — Sam Shepard, Motel Chronicles

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