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“I OPEN THE DOOR to my cottage these evenings on a silence so thick it falls upon me like a blanket. Of all the lonely moments of my day, this one is always the loneliest. I confess I have sometimes been reduced to muttering my thoughts aloud like a mad-woman when the need for a human voice becomes too strong. I mislike this, for I fear the line between myself and madness is as fine these days as a cobweb, and I have seen what it means when a soul crosses over into that dim and wretched place. But I, who always prided myself on grace, now allow myself a deliberate clumsiness. I let my feet land heavily. I clatter the hearth tools. And when I draw water, I let the bucket chain grind on the stone, just to hear ragged noise instead of the smothering silence.”
― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders

“We could sit here all night talking about cancer. I'm just telling you it's unsettling. There are thousands of ways your body can go off the rails for no reason whatsoever and chances are you won't know about any of it until it's too late.”
― Ann Patchett, The Dutch House

“I'm taking a fresh look at the American Dream and who gets to live it and who doesn't.”
― Helen Prejean, River of Fire: My Spiritual Journey

“One of us was sleeping and I didn't know which one of us it was.”
― Ann Patchett, The Dutch House