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She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Even
Sun
Trying
Couldn
Something
Beauty
Windowsill
Always
Face
Lurid
Though
Perched
Faces
Soaking
Feel
Gazing
Feels
Appreciate

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Because she was raw and uncertain, and she liked to keep all the messy parts of herself to herself. ... As much as Lena liked to hide the mess and display the finished product, by this point she was all mess and no product.
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But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.
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The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.
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She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.
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He took her hand and they started walking toward the baggage claim. They didn't say anything to each other. They swung their held hands like little kids, like they believed anything could happen, like they might take off soaring into the air. All the things you wanted to happen could happen. Why not?
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How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.
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Sex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.
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She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little.
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As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.
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You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful pieve of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want. -pg276
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It's so much easier to have no expectations than to have big ones.
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We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.
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She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.
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Besides being asked why I write about young characters, I am often asked how I write about young characters. How do I throw myself across the chasm of full adulthood to relive that period? I guess I don’t, really. Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.
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