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I’ve always wanted to tell my story, even though one person’s story is only a raindrop in an ocean.
Children are all blindfolds and hammers. Cruel because of what they don’t know.
Not one thing in this world more dangerous than a white woman when she bored. You hear?’
The truth is there was love as well as hate. The truth is, the love hurt worse.
So long as you carried it in your head they couldn’t take it away,
A man writes to separate himself from the common history. A woman writes to try to join it.
No one knows the worst thing they’re capable of until they do it.
In a world of his own making, any man can be God.
Some men want to shrink the world to fit themselves.
That’s always been my trouble. Never knowing my place or being content in it.
she was once heard to declare that life without adventure was death,
It’s hard to tell a remembered story in a straight line.
Who can say if it was anger or fear or sorrow? Those things so often look the same.
Women focus on what they lack, men on what they want.
Because life boils down to nothing, in spite of all the fuss, yet novels make it possible to believe it is something, after all.
