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Ignore them. Don't give them the opportunity to snub you. Carry yourself like you own the place.
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Kathleen is truly and utterly and completely Kathleen in New York. That's what the city does for you if it's meant for you.
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You're not bad ... you're just lost." "I know exactly where I am." "That doesn't mean you're not lost."
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Be strong enough to carry the burden of sin that goes with doing the right thing.
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Frances is feeling a familiar yet unnameably old feeling. One she hadn't known was ever hers to forget. Happiness.
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You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.
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Non sa bene quanti "altri" ci siano stati, pero sa, grazie a Maureen, che uno e finito nel water di Kingston. Casa loro era nuova e percio, le ha raccontato, non infestata dai fantasmi. Anche se chi puo dire che un embrione non sia abbastanza robusto da infestare una casa, sia pure a due piani e nei quartieri residenziali. Un'anima ce l'ha, a sentire la Chiesa. Anima che pero, come quella dell'altra Mary Rose, non era benaccetta in paradiso..
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Teresa blames herself for believing that she was indispensable to Mahmoud. Pride goeth before a fall.
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July I The British plan is this: a million shells to cut the Boche wire. Shoulder your seventy-pound pack as usual. Go over the top. Walk towards the German lines, they'll all be dead by now. Keep walking til you hit Berlin. In four and a half hours, fifty thousand Britons and Canadians are shot. That afternoon, the British plan is revised: do everything as before. But this time, run. Abe is killed walking. Rudy is killed running.
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Mercedes] learns a valuable lesson: if you think you are good, just try doing good. You'll soon find out how inadequate your little drop of goodness is.
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Somewhere inside his head he's still all there, but moved into a cramped rear apartment overlooking the old brain.
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One heck of a middle C today. Felt like I was gorging on a chocolate eclair. Kaiser none too pleased - after all, I'm a soprano. Sopranos don't sing in chocolate.
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Tues. April 16 - Coney Island! Ate only pink things. Threw up. It was worth it.
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Sat - sex is good for the voice. Why don't they teach you that in school?
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It's a long silence but far from empty.
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Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined are the most beautiful things. Garbage cans at the ends of alleyways look like they've been up all night talking with each other. Doorways with peeling paint look like the wise lines around an old feller's eyes.
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