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I honestly don’t want to be the center, though. Because what happens when the center doesn’t exist anymore? Everything…everyone falls out of orbit. At least, that’s what happened to me. So I’m good with gravity. After all, it controls the ...more
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Ann Napolitano
“She carried a book at all times—to read, yes, but also as a handy shield for when she wanted to deflect the attention of other people. She would position a book in front of her face and think, or simply hide.”
Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful

Lisa See
“You hear about an incident but don't see a mother, a child, a brother. You don't feel the individual suffering, but we began to hear those stories too...These things I wished I could erase from my mind, but they would never, ever, go away.”
Lisa See

Ann Napolitano
“I didn’t expect”—she paused—“for it to be part of everything, every minute. I didn’t know that you could lose someone, and that meant you lost so much else.”
Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful

Ann Napolitano
“The thing was—” He stopped, looking for the right language. “Yes?” the doctor said. “Alice is a lamp. A bright lamp, from the moment she was born. She kind of shines. Looking at her hurt my eyes, and I was afraid to touch her.” “You were afraid of her light?” “No. I was afraid I was going to put her light out. That my darkness would swamp her light.” “So you felt like you had to stay away from her, to keep her safe.” “I have to stay away from her, yes.”
Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful

Lisa See
“A third of Jeju's population had been forced to relocate to the shore, and so many people had been killed that no one could guess the count. The skies were black with crows, who flew from one scene of death to the next. Picking at the dead made them stronger; they mated, and hatched even more crows. The flocks grew bigger and blacker. I couldn't look at them without feeling ill.”
Lisa See, The Island of Sea Women

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