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I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

Amy Hempel

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Amy Hempel
Age: 73
Born: 1951
Born: December 14
Journalist
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Chicago
Illinois
Severed
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I meet a person, and in my mind I'm saying three minutes I give you three minutes to show me the spark.
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if it's true your life flashes past your eyes before you die, then it is also the truth that your life rushes forth when you are ready to start to truly be alive.
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I'm not good at small talk I'm not good at big talk and medium talk just doesn't come up.
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He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good.
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I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat of it, everything looks as valuable as everything else. But, because nothing looks worth the bother, not even your life.
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I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.
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It is possible to imagine a person so entirely that the image resists attempts to dislodge it.
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He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.
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In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.
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When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.
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Then the children went to bed, or at least went upstairs, and the men joined the women for a cigarette on the porch, absently picking ticks engorged like grapes off the sleeping dogs. And when the men kissed the women good night, and their weekend whiskers scratched the women's cheeks, the women did not think shave, they thought stay.
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There’s so much I can’t read because I get so exasperated. Someone starts describing the character boarding the plane and pulling the seat back. And I just want to say, Babe, I have been downtown. I have been up in a plane. Give me some credit.
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Wear your heart on the page, and people will read to find out how you solved being alive.
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I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.
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I'm not first and foremost interested in story and the what-happens, but I'm interested in who's telling it and how they're telling it and the effects of whatever happened on the characters and the people.
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The other day I was playing Scrabble. I saw that I could close the space in D-E- -Y. I had an N and an F. Which do you think I chose? What was the word I made?
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My job ... I do nothing, it pays nothing, but - you guessed it - it's better than nothing.
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