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The worst part about death is forgetting the image of the beloved. It’s the final robbery, the last betrayal.
We were a chocolate-box family, I thought. Brightly wrapped on the outside and oozing sticky darkness within.
‘Because if there’s someone that you really, really love,’ he said seriously, ‘it’s all right to wait for them.’
He’s read somewhere that if you mimic people, they’re more likely to open up to you.
Like a mirror full of fish,
It was flattering yet horrific, like a slow-moving accident.
A choking loneliness that made my teeth ache.
Perhaps that was what it meant to be family – you were shackled together by obligations that you could never escape.
This is what they have come East for: adventures like tigers in the garden, Oriental dancing girls, and cobras in their beds.
He has the feeling that he’s in the middle of a journey; everything else is an interruption.
Kindness will be the death of you, Ren.
This is reality now, this bright sunny land that quivers with unknown expectation.
Courage, my girl,
One of the appalling yet convenient things about being family is that you can trade dreadful accusations at night, then pretend next morning that nothing has happened.
‘the secret to a happy marriage is to make him think it’s all his own idea. And of course, you should dress well and look as pretty as you can.’
Goodbye to my old life, and hello to the rest of it, whatever it might bring.
