Jane Avrich
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The Winter Without Milk: Stories
3 editions
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2003
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“Even now I'll see her looking at him, her eyes milky yet full of longing, and all he ever gives her is a gentle, absent nod. Perhaps this is the nature of true deprivation - a lifetime of love, tenderly spurned.”
― The Winter Without Milk: Stories
― The Winter Without Milk: Stories
“To know our refuse is to know ourselves. We mark our own trail from past to present with what we've used and consumed, fondled, rejected, outgrown.”
― The Winter Without Milk: Stories
― The Winter Without Milk: Stories
“Only now, when it is too late, do I long for Dearth. I was a misbegotten child of bad blood and bile, and I mistook my own orneriness for cleverness. I presumed to know what happiness was - something I could possess, like a marble, or a man. Something I could only find elsewhere. But just when I started to find it at home, I outfoxed myself and lost it forever.”
― The Winter Without Milk: Stories
― The Winter Without Milk: Stories
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