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There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Bullshit
Wasn
Heaven
Life

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At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones I wish like broken glass they could court light....still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.
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She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything.
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I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
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A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon
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And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
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Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and so there had been a way, by touching, to borrow from the stronger one's strength.
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There was one thing my murderer didn't understand he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
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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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How to Commit the Perfect Murder was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.
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I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture.
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I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.
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The relationship with the words someone uses is more intimate and integrated than just a quick read and a blurb can ever be. This intimacy - the words on the page being sent back and forth from engaged editor to open author - is unique in my experience.
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Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?
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I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.
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