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Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

Jennifer Donnelly

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Jennifer Donnelly
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: August 29
Author
Novelist
Writer
Port Chester
New York
Throat
Sound
Voice
Words
Comes
Feelings
Come

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Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.
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I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.
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Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?
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It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.
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Only the hopeless love God.
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Becuse God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.
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I struggled for a long time to get anything published.
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I've always admired your rather formidable will, your refusal to back away from difficulties, but sometimes strength isn't about perseverance. Sometimes it's about knowing when to quit.
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Funny, 'ow you can 'old a jewel in your 'and, and toss it away, and not even know what you 'ad until it's gone.
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I play until my fingers are blue and stiff from the cold, and then I keep on playing. Until I'm lost in the music. Until I am the music--notes and chords, the melody and harmony. It hurts, but it's okay because when I'm the music, I'm not me. Not sad. Not afraid. Not desperate. Not guilty.
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A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.
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Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light.
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He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.
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I grew up on a mixed diet of mass and class, and I still read that way. I hate it when people apologize for what they read. Some bestsellers aren't exactly literary. So what? They're fun and rip-roaring, Who instituted the book police and why do we have to answer them? Grrrrr!
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There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.
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Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan.
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I just love historical fiction.
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