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"She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still."
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"The existence of forgetting has never been proved: we only know that some things do not come to our mind when we want them to."
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"The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of mind."
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"You see things You keep quiet about them. You understand."
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"I'm a Midwesterner, and everyone in Ohio is excited. I'm also a New Yorker, and a New Jerseyan, and an American, plus I'm an African-American, and a woman. I know it seems like I'm spreading like algae when I put it this way, but I'd like to think of the prize being distributed to these regions and nations and races."
"We don't need any more writers as solitary heroes. We need a heroic writer's movement: assertive, militant, pugnacious."
"She looked around for a place to be. A small place. The closet? ... It was both small and bright, and she wanted to be in a very small, very bright place. Small enough to contain her grief.Bright enough to throw into relief the dark things that cluttered her.Once inside, she sank to the tile floor next to the toilet. On her knees, her hand on the cold rim of the bathtub, she waited for something to happen inside."
"I know it's trash: just another story made up to scare wicked females and correct unruly children. But it's all I have. I know I need something else. Something better. Like a story that shows how brazen women can take a good man down. I can hum to that."
"Guileless and without vanity,we were still in love with ourselves then. We felt comfortable in our own skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness."
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