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She keeps on hoping from a word from Penelope, but not in any strenuous way. She hopes as people who know better hope for undeserved blessings, spontaneous remissions, things of that sort.

Alice Munro

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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.
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So what about me? Would I always have to find a high horse? The moral relish, the rising above, the being in the right, which can make me flaunt my losses.
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Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind. When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.
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That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.
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Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.
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