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We're dying from the moment we're born,
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Is this normal, I wonder? But then, what is normal?
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of the debacle over Fox Corner when Sylvie died
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become such as you are, having learned what that is.
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They have no sense of humour whatsoever - even Bunty has a sense of humour compared with our hosts. They have united Prussian gloom and Presbyterian dourness in an awesome combination.
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A boy grows and marries and leaves. He belongs to another woman, but a girl always belongs to her mother.
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If there was one thing she found more tedious than thinking about politics it was talking about politics.
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Ursula found herself dwelling on Hugh's death, his absence more than his death.
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The reason she had taken the long way round was on the unlikely chance that she might engineer an "accidental" meeting with Benjamin Cole."
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O passado e aquilo que transportamos connosco
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In the prosperous household of Sylvie's childhood, Cook was called 'Cook' but Mrs Glover preferred 'Mrs Glover'. It made her irreplaceable. Sylvie still stubbornly referred to her as Cook.
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I don't actually live here," Reggie said. "Who does live here then?" "Ms. MacDonald, except that she doesn't because she's dead. Everyone's dead." "I'm not," Jackson said. "You're not."
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Long lazy days like these will never come again in your life. You think they will but they won't.' -Sylvie
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People have the wrong idea about fairy tales, they think they're about being rescued by handsome princes, whereas really they're like Girl Guide handbooks.
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What on earth was she doing with her life? Could she just get up and leave?
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Maybe this was why people filled their house with stinking cats, so they didn't notice that they were alone, so they wouldn't die without a living soul noticing.
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Lily was a Fabian, a society suffragette who risked nothing
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It's funny, isn't it," Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula's ear, "how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too." --
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leaving
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Terri would have made the perfect wife for Bob - they could have simply slept their way through married life. Rip van Winkle and Duchess Anaesthesia, the lost, sleepy daughter of the Romanovs.
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strangers? Millie's swan song on the stage, the last
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Havisham.
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The gods were on the point of giving up when Brahma said, 'I know where we will hide man's divinity, we will hide it inside him. he will search the whole world but never look inside and find what is already within.
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Popular versurs literary--a false divide?
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Popular versus literary--a false divide?
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If an author was a god, then he was a very poor second-rate one, scrabbling around in the foothills of Olympus.
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They were lucky. They'd been given history.
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was there a store somewhere full of unwanted secrets?
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Was there a poet who written about skylarks?
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There was just a beautiful, unearthly silence. He thought of the wood and the bluebells, the owl and the fox, a Hornby train trundling around his bedroom floor, the smell of a cake baking in the oven. The skylark ascending on his thread of song. F-Fox
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Sometimes," Sylvie said, "One can mistake gratitude for love."
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feeling that always came with the rain and the dark. She'd just
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Life's random," he said. "The best you can do is pick up the pieces."
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Love. Love wasn't sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn't patient, love wasn't kind. Love was ferocious, love knew how to play dirty.
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It's the side of reason that I'm on," Teddy said. "It just so happens that that's where you're always to be found and my mother rarely." --
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that one way or another the Germans were tracking them from the
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It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.
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aphorisms. "Not"
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everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal,
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And with a massive roar the fifth wall comes down and the house of fiction falls, taking Viola and Sunny and Bertie with it. They melt into thin air and disappear. Pouf!
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the hospital. He was the youthful partner of an older doctor
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And when all else is gone, Art remains.
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Numinous," Ursula said, breaking the silence eventually. "There's a spark of the divine in the world -- not God, er'er done with God, but something. Is it love? Not silly romantic love, but something more profound..." "I think it's perhaps something we don't have a name for," Teddy said. "We want to name everything. Perhaps that's where we've gone wrong."
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kindness
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every increased possession loads us with weariness, and he's right." There"
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