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One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
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Madison
Wisconsin
Still
Mean
Thing
Much
Really
Repeatedly
Failed
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I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure, she said, I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him.
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Depending on where I am in the process, sometimes I have a page count and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I have an hour count sometimes I'm just happy to string a few words together. I do keep pretty rigorous hours, because otherwise you never get anything done.
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Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go
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And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
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I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. -Susie Salmon
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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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As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.
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When the music stopped, it could have been forever since we'd begun. My grandfather took a step back, and the light grew yellow at his back. 'I'm going,' he said. 'Where?' I asked. 'Don't worry, sweetheart. You're so close.' He turned and walked away, disappearing rapidly into spots and dust. Infinity.
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