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After a time, it seemed that the world inside the books became my world. So when I thought of my childhood, it was dandelion wine and ice cream on a summer porch, like Ray Bradbury, and catching catfish with Huck Finn. My own memories receded and the book memories became the real memories, far more than the outside, far more even than in here.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Everyone needs faith: faith that even though the world is full of evil, a suitor will come and kiss us awake; faith that the girl will escape the tower, the big bad wolf will die, and even those poisoned by malevolence can be reborn, as innocent as purity itself.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Time is measured in meaning
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time
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I'm afraid," she confessed, her voice quiet. "Of what?" "That if the box is opened I might want and want and never be filled." She took a breath. "That you will get tired of filling it." She paused and spoke her deepest fear, turning to his ear. "That you will use me and throw me away."
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Rene Denfeld |
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She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At the far end was a cluster of trees. As always, her eyes sought movement at the edge of the woods.
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Rene Denfeld |
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The truth is not in the touch of a stone, but in what the stone tells you.
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My soul left me when I was six. It flew away past a flapping curtain over a window. I ran after it, but it never came back. It left me alone on wet stinking mattresses. It left me alone in the choking dark. It took my tongue, my heart, and my mind.
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spirit
darkness
soul
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Rene Denfeld |
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You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.
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confiding
sharing
everything
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After the economy collapsed following the mill closure, the townspeople apparently tried to find other ways to make money. The two-block main street has boarded-up signs for the Bead Store Emporium and Nature's Gifts. She has come to recognize bead stores as indicators of economic doom.
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Rene Denfeld |
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It is meaning that drives most people forward into time, and it is meaning that reminds them of the past, so they know where they are in the universe.
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Rene Denfeld |
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He was sweet as a baby, you know? Sweet as sugar. And then he hardened. I can't 'splain it another way. He was like sugar in a jar that hardens. And after a while you take it out, and it is one rock-solid lump.
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But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true peace is when you curl around one little piece of something. One little fern. One little frond. One person to love.
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Ideas are powerful things; we should take more care with them. I know there are some who would disagree-- those who think ideas are like food they can taste and then spit out if they don't like it. But ideas are stronger than that. You can get a taste of an idea inside you, and the next thing you know, it won't leave. Until you do something about it.
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Rene Denfeld |
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there is no game in her smile. There is warmth and kindness and something that looks like steel. You can tell me anything, her eyes say, because I will see the beauty in everything you say.
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smile
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Now when those dark times happen, I curl into a ball on my cot and make a cape with my blanket. I remind myself I am not dust, but I should be. I tell myself I am made of the same cells as life itself even if I am a mistake.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Ideas are powerful things; we should take more care with them. I know there are some who would disagree - those who think ideas are like food they can taste and then spit out if they don't like it. But ideas are stronger than that. You can get a taste of an idea inside you, and the next think you know, it won't leave. Until you do something about it
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Rene Denfeld |
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Everyone was harmless until you knew better.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Are the stories we tell ourselves true or based on what we dream them to be?
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Rene Denfeld |
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guess?" Naomi sank into a chair. "Jerome," she"
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Rene Denfeld |
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Not everyone likes a ceiling," her mommy said. "Some of us like the sky."
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Rene Denfeld |
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Her entire life she had been running from terrifying shadows she could no longer see--and in escape she ran straight into life. In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not demand memory. Like a leaf that drank from the morning dew, you didn't question the morning sunrise or the sweet taste on your mouth. You just drank.
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Rene Denfeld |
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The land beyond rose into dizzying mountains. Far across the way a frozen waterfall resembled a charging lion. The trees were shrouded in white, a vision of the heavens.
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Outside a pale dawn threaded the sky with silver.
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Rene Denfeld |
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In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not demand memory.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.
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Rene Denfeld |
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If you understand what makes him tick-what is magic for him- then you can understand anyone
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understanding
magic
relationship
imagination
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A farm without stock, a home without children. The world here was dying.
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Rene Denfeld |
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You can get a taste of an idea inside you, and the next thing you know, it won't leave. Until you do something about it.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Remember when we used to share our secrets?" he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders. "The Stone," she laughed. "I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No - scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you."
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Rene Denfeld |
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Naomi felt very small, hiking through this endless dark forest. Fresh snow dusted the ground.
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Rene Denfeld |
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It is usually people who pride themselves on their lack of sexism who are the first to insinuate that I box , as one woman acquaintance said, "to get male attention." That would have to be the most painful and time-consuming method to do so ever invented."
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Rene Denfeld |
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The ideal of maternal instinct can act as a barrier to acquiring tool women need to cope with children. If you really love your kids, the text of public conversation to mothers reads, you won't hit them. End of discussion. Who needs tools when instincts are supposedly doing your job for you?
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Rene Denfeld |
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After a time, it seemed that the world inside the books became my world. So when I thought of my childhood, it was dandelion wine and ice cream on a summer porch, like Ray Bradbury, and catching catfish with Huck Finn. My own memories receded and the book memories became the real memories, far more than the outside, far more even than in here. B
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Rene Denfeld |
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Stop thinking that you have to know everything to understand it.
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Rene Denfeld |
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How odd it is, that the dead weigh more than the living. You would think it would be the opposite, but it isn't. I think it is because souls give bodies lightness and air. When the soul leaves, the body has nothing left and is desperate to return to the earth.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Each child she found was a molecule, a part of herself still remaining in the scary world she had left behind.
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Rene Denfeld |
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People try to make names for things they don't understand.
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true-story
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Rene Denfeld |
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This is something I know: no matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Love wasn't about numbers, Naomi realized then. It wasn't about selling yourself or wanting anything in return. It wasn't about hoping for safety. It was just-- That purr.
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Rene Denfeld |
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Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. "No." His voice sounded warm. "I'm trying to talk my way into your heart."
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Rene Denfeld |
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Sweet as sugar. And then he hardened. I can't 'splain it another way. He was like sugar in a jar that hardens. And after a while you take it out, and it is one rock-solid lump.
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Rene Denfeld |