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“But in another part of her head, the dark part where her oldest fears were housed, she knew there was another sort of reason for staying at home: she was afraid to go away alone.
[...] The characters in stories she read always seemed to go off without a thought or care, but in real life– well, the world was a dangerous place. People were always telling her so. And she would not be able to manage without protection. They were always telling her that, too.”
― Tuck Everlasting
[...] The characters in stories she read always seemed to go off without a thought or care, but in real life– well, the world was a dangerous place. People were always telling her so. And she would not be able to manage without protection. They were always telling her that, too.”
― Tuck Everlasting
“There!' she said. 'You're safe. Forever.”
― Tuck Everlasting
― Tuck Everlasting
“They made her feel old. And the way they spoke to her, the way they looked at her, made her feel special. Important. It was a warm, spreading feeling, entirely new. She liked it, and in spite of their story, she liked them, too...”
― Tuck Everlasting
― Tuck Everlasting
“The first house only is important; the first house, the road, and the wood.”
― Tuck Everlasting
― Tuck Everlasting
“That was always our solution, to go back in time. We discussed it the way others spoke of bone marrow transplants and radiation. [...] The dial was ours, and she would be at our mercy, just as she had always been, only this time we would pay attention and keep her safe. [...] We hoped that by preparing ourselves for the worst, we might be able to endure the inevitable with some degree of courage or grace.
[...] Our mother was back in her room and very much alive, probably watching a detective program on television. Maybe that was her light in the window, her figure stepping out onto the patio to light a cigarette. We told ourselves she probably wanted to be left alone, that's how stoned we were. We'd think of this later, each in our own separate way. I myself tend to dwell on the stupidity of pacing a cemetery while she sat, frightened and alone, staring at the tip of her cigarette and envisioning her self, clearly now, in ashes.”
― Naked
[...] Our mother was back in her room and very much alive, probably watching a detective program on television. Maybe that was her light in the window, her figure stepping out onto the patio to light a cigarette. We told ourselves she probably wanted to be left alone, that's how stoned we were. We'd think of this later, each in our own separate way. I myself tend to dwell on the stupidity of pacing a cemetery while she sat, frightened and alone, staring at the tip of her cigarette and envisioning her self, clearly now, in ashes.”
― Naked
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