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Janet Fitch

"Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind."

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"Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind."

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"We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it."

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"I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting - the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name."

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"Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence."

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"Rejection is one of the worse forms of pain. Loss is the worst. Grief haunts until you allow yourself to move on."

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"American houses...' she said, peering over her right shoulder and down the street. 'They always seem to believe that nobody ever loses anything, has lost anything. I find that very sad. Do you know what I mean?"

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"Sometimes losses in life are not losses at all. They are simply the evidence God provides, in order to build a story so profound, that it will cause social change."

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"She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it."

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"Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway."
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"A person didn't need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn't help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I'd take it"
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"My mother once wrote a poem about rivers. They were women, she wrote. Starting out small girls, tiny streams decorated with wildflowers. They were torrents, gouging paths through sheer granite, flinging themselves off cliffs, fearless and irresistible. Later, they grew fat servicable, broad slow curves carrying commerce and sewage, but in their unconscious depths catfish gorged, grew the size of barges, and in the hundred - year storms, they rose up, forgetting the promises they made, the wedding vows, and drowned everything for miles around. Finally they gave out, birth - emptied, malarial, into a fan of swamps that met the ocean."
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"What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?"
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"What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me."
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