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‘…She's dead and there's still someone out there picking at the bones. Everyone wanted a little piece of her, always. And when she was young and optimistic and energetic, that was okay. She was happy to give it all away. But I think that she got to the point where they had all taken so much from her that she had nothing left to give.’ p322

‘We had grown up trying to fit ourselves into the spaces around the abandoned canvases and sketchbooks piled up in the rooms. The art had been in the middle of everything, so Nora and I had to slide around it, hugging the walls and folding ourselves into the corners.’ p112

‘In my dreams, I saw her sleeping in the single bed in my bedroom in the Richmond house, all bones and softness and fear.’ p106