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Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Growth
Heaven
Living
Stills
Still
Comfort

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Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
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I was trying to prove to them and to myself that I was still who I had always been. I was beautiful, if fat. I was smart, if loud. I was good, if ruined.
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He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.
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The moon is whole all the time, but we can’t always see it. What we see is an almost moon or not-quite moon. The rest is hiding just out of view, but there’s only one moon, so we follow it in the sky. We plan our lives based on its rhythms and tides.
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I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him
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Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?
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Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.
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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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I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.
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In this deeply nuanced portrait of an American family, Bret Anthony Johnston fearlessly explores the truth behind a mythic happy ending. In Remember Me Like This, Johnston presents an incisive dismantling of an all-too-comforting fallacy: that in being found we are no longer lost.
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I wanted to be the moron of the family, because morons seemed to have more fun, more freedom and more personality.
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People grow up by living.
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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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Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun it cannot be contained.
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I fell in love with you again While you were away - Jack Salmon
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Nothing is ever certain.
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Every day a question mark.
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She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything.
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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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The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.
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