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She could feel the blood humming in her veins. Darkness flickering at the furthest corners of her vision. Wind swirling against the window glass. The ceiling turns colours for you, and faces appear in the grain of the paint. Voices speak to you and in you and through you. You are so special. You have a gift, a talent. You are so special they will do anything for you. They will love you to death, and back again.
— Dec 05, 2017 02:40AM
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He reached for her, but when his hand touched the bloody air around her, it felt like fire. Filmy stuff that disintegrated as he brushed it on his shirt. He glanced up at her again, and she seemed to be fire itself, a brilliant red glow against the richer crimson of the massive sun. Fire disappearing in fire.
— Dec 05, 2017 02:49PM
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She remembered Oona telling her that she would have to find her own way to the truth. And she had, at last, but the abysmal squalor and horror of that truth was no consolation.
— Dec 05, 2017 12:13PM
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You’ll spend the rest of your life trying to understand why you failed to understand.
— Dec 05, 2017 12:12PM
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Their lives crowded in on her. They killed her, but somehow always kept her alive to crush her and kill her again, and again. Impossible to live, impossible to die.
— Dec 05, 2017 02:24AM
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‘The past is always part of the present. It’s always with us. It’s not something separate.’
— Dec 05, 2017 02:21AM
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When you devote your life to great literature, you’re supposed to understand something about the truth of human experience. But he had read much and learned little, it seemed. Do we ever get to see the whole picture for even one second?
— Dec 04, 2017 11:50AM
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The brain says no, the heart says yes. But it’s easier to say no and the easy way usually turns out to be wrong.
— Dec 04, 2017 11:38AM
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Whatever she may be saying about any of us, she is killing herself by inches. She writes these mad moments in her own blood. She had something of the deranged poet about her, slowly eviscerating herself to find an impossible truth.
— Dec 03, 2017 07:28AM
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That was the key to life. Evil doesn’t last. It goes away. It will come back and have another go at you, you can be sure of that. But in between the evil times, you can recover. You can convince yourself it’s all still worthwhile.
— Dec 02, 2017 01:50PM
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A little packet of woe you have to carry around with you for the rest of your foolish life. Well, guilt was a fine thing in its own nasty way. There’s nothing you can do about it, either. Once the little bugger moves into your house, it’s there to stay.
— Dec 02, 2017 12:48PM
