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"Ana was a tornado. A jagged, hundred-sided peg in a community where everyone was supposed to fit into round holes."
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"He got why Eleanor tried so hard to look different. Sort of. It was because she was different - because she wasn't afraid to be."
"Life is too short as we all know it to be. So why dare to spend it trying to live up to other people's worldly expectations of you?"
"I saw myself as an outsider as a teen. I was home-schooled and got my G.E.D. when I was 16 I wasn't interested in high school at all and figured that college might be more entertaining."
"She said my glasses made me look like a butch jock's locker room bitch."
"The world doesn't celebrate your similarity but your difference."
"Dare to be different."
"Nothing is more ridiculous than one person telling another how to live."
"Seniority has nothing to do with intellectuality, your individuality wins the majority or minority, simply because you maintained the status quo of your peculiarity."
"You've probably missed out something really great but you haven't let that drive you insane but always remember to be yourself."
"No man is ordinary, only their performances are ordinary."
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"She goes silent. Ashamed of herself as mothers are when they realize they have passed that point in life when they want more from their daughters than their daughters want from them."
"To teach her that not all monsters are in the beginning, and not all monsters look like monsters. Some carry their monstrosity inside."
"Or that time she made a snowman in Britt-Marie and Kent's garden right under their balcony and dressed it up in grown-up clothes so it looked as if a person had fallen from the roof."
"Life is a Curious Thing. Winter turns to spring and Parvaneh passes her driving test. Of teaches Adrian how to change tires. The kid may have bought a Toyota, but that doesn't mean he's entirely beyond help, Ove explains to Sonja when he visits her one Sunday in April. The he shows her some photographs of Parvaneh's little boy. Four months old and as fat as a seal pup. Patrick has tried to force one of those cell phone camera things on Ove, but he doesn't trust them. So he walks around with a thick wad of paper copies inside his wallet instead, held together by a rubber band. Shows everyone he meets. Even the people who work at the florist's."
"Around them, the dawn gently wakes Borg like someone breathing into the ear of someone they love. With sun and promises. Tickling light falls over warm duvets, like the smell of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread. It shouldn't be doing this. It's the wrong day to be beautiful, but the dawn doesn't care."
"In Miamas, fairy tales are still produced around the clock, lovingly handmade one by one, and only the very, very finest of them are exported. Most are only told once and then they fall flat on the ground, but the best and most beautiful of them rise from the lips of their tellers after the last words have been spoken, and then slowly hover off over the heads of the listeners, like small, shimmering paper lanterns."
"You should choose your battles if you can, but if the battle chooses you then kick the sod in his fuse box!"
"The worst thing about having power over other people's lives is that you sometimes get things wrong."
"It's possible to love your grandmother for years and years without really knowing anything about her."
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