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When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things, Franny said. What about the dead? I asked. Where do we go?

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Bones
Asked
Dead
Living
Done
Things

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At fourteen, my sister sailed away from me into a place I’d never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.
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Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
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Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before
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I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
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There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth.
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To transform experience and thought into language and narrative - that is beautiful even if that beauty is in brokenness.
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I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.
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What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.
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I have always felt extremely weird. But I am very happy with my weirdnesses, and I want other people to be very happy with theirs.
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