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“Why does she do this? Rankle against her father, resent him for not caring, for never being who she wants him to be — and then when he does do something kind and fatherly, something that another, better father would do for another, better daughter, her happiness is too bountiful to bear, the pleasure intolerable. She must thrust it away from her, must rush through the moment.”
― Kirstin Valdez Quade, The Five Wounds

“People who can cope take responsibility for things. Which means they need to have had them coming. The alternative is too terrifying: that bad things can just happen to them. It will be you the icicle falls on from twenty storeys up. You waiting for the bus when a motorist has a stroke and mounts the curb. To have been available to disaster once means to be permanently without a roof. Unless it was somehow your fault.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, The Way the Crow Flies

“Times like this become memories almost instantly, part of a gilded past that somehow coexists with the present. Remember whens to look back on even as they are happening, bittersweet and aglow with sunshine fading to sepia—the late September dust suspended in the wake of a passing car, leafy smell in the air, blue sky reflected in his sunglasses.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, The Way the Crow Flies

“If history were itself a book, this era would surely be the last chapter, wouldn't it? Or have all ages believed this? That life can't possible go on and that these are the end times? At the height of the Great Depression, Euphemia wrote about a society that couldn't possibly continue. Still, things did go on. And on. And on. Years piling on years. Layers upon layers. Light and dark. Sapwood over heartwood.”
― Michael Christie, Greenwood