“You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?”
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“You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?”
“Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape”
“The basic rules of male-female relations were imparted atmospherically in our family, no direct speech allowed.”
“Girls are cruelest to themselves. Someone like Emily Brontë, who remained a girl all her life despite her body as a woman, had cruelty drifted up in all the cracks of her like spring snow.”
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