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Part of the creative process for me is an invitation for readers to follow their imagination.

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
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He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.
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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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I have never been shy about listening to the input of others and weighing it seriously.
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I wake up very early in the morning. I like to start in the dark, and I never work at night, because my brain is evaporated by 4 p.m.
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Every day a question mark.
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There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.
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I dont think ignorance is a way that you gain distance on something.
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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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One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.
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But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out
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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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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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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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Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.
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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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Hold still, my father would say, while I held the ship in the bottle and he burned away the strings he'd raised the mast with and set the clipper ship free on its blue putty sea. And I would wait for him, recognizing the tension of that moment when the world in the bottle depended, solely, on me.
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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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Nothing is ever certain.
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But I know I would not go out. I had taken this time to fall in love instead — in love with the sort of helplessness I had not felt in death — the helplessness of being alive, the dark bright pity of being human — feeling as you went, groping in corners and opening your arms to light - all of it part of navigating the unknown.
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What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.
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