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“Why didn’t I record him? I think again, with a deep pulse of pain. And just as fast, I feel a breeze ripple over my back, and it's hard not to believe or maybe just hope-that maybe I didn't need to record it.
That maybe he's here, his atoms redistributed, the ashes we sprinkled in the river near our house now mixed with the sand all around me, his love permanent and intractable as ever.
Love isn't something you can cup in your hands, and I have to believe that means it's something that can't ever be lost.”
― Emily Henry, Great Big Beautiful Life

“It's smart. It's what men do. Why do you think they join all those clubs —the Elks? The VFW? The Masons? Congress!" she cried. "To support one another, that's why. Why do you think they call them booster clubs? Because they're trying to boost each other over the wall or bend the rules in their favor, help the group.
If women stuck up for one another the way men do, this would be a very different world.”
― Marie Bostwick, The Book Club for Troublesome Women

“Nothing screws with memory like repetition”
― Stephen King, Joyland

“I think of my mother, who has been gone longer. I think about how being without her feels like being without my skin. You might only notice it when you touch something. But you're always touching something.”
― Laura Dave, The Night We Lost Him