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Memory is the worst thing about healing. I lie around all day with nothing urgent to do.
What you do to children matters. And they might never forget.
When I woke up I reminded myself that freedom is never free. You have to fight for it. Work for it and make sure you are able to handle it.
I said, ‘You’re soaking wet, honey.’ She said, ‘It’s raining, bitch.’
Every Saturday morning, first thing before breakfast, his parents held conferences with their children requiring them to answer two questions put to each of them: 1. What have you learned that is true (and how do you know)? 2. What problem do you have?
It was as though his older brother, close as a twin, was being buried again, suffocating under song, sermon, tears, crowds and flowers.
In time the whole family perked up like Sesame Street puppets, hoping that cheer, if worked at hard enough, could sugar the living and quiet the dead.
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Just because he had two college degrees he thought he could tell everybody what to do.
Her imagination is impeccable the way it cuts and scrapes the bone never touching the marrow where that dirty feeling is thrumming like a fiddle for fear its strings will break and screech the loss of its tune since for her permanent ignorance is so much better than the quick of life.
I sit on a throne and identify signs of imperfection in others.
i miss the emotion that your dying produced a feeling so strong it defined me while it erased you leaving only your absence for me to live in like the silence of the japanese gong that is more thrilling than whatever sound may follow.
