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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.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Freedom
Family
Wanted
Morons
Moron
Seemed
Personality
Fun

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If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.
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You look invincible,' my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned to her, wrapped in my thin gown, and said: I am.
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Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.
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People grow up by living.
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I don't do much public speaking. I did a lot of stuff for Bones, and then ended up having said yes to a lot of things that kept me on the road for a while for that, but then I pretty much stopped. I'm touring for this book, but when the tour is done, that'll be the end of it.
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Books and novels in particular that grapple with quite a few things are difficult to explain, so I think that first line can come in a substitute for trying to form a longer sense of what the book is about.
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What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.
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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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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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The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of thier bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.
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He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway
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She sat in her room on the couch my parents had given up on and worked on hardening herself. Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one can see. ~pg 29, Susie's sister Lindsey dealing with grief.
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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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I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement.
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Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.
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but, he also said it because part of him wanted more of her, this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.
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I left my mark on that man.
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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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As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.
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