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A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

Barbara Kingsolver

I learned to write by reading the kind of books I wished I’d written.
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Book Reading Writing
As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn’t stop.
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Dark Grief Moving
What I want is so simple I almost can’t say it: elementary kindness.
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Kindness Simple Want
I’m widest awake as a writer doing something new, engaged in a process I’m not sure I can finish, generating at the edge of my powers. Some people bungee jump; I write.
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New People Something Writing
The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.
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Air Both Grief Real Thing
It’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
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Homecoming Memories Mindfulness
How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.
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Bird Book Want
Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.
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Heart Moving Pain
A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.
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Doe Dog Thinking
Eaters must understand, how we eat determines how the world is used.
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Determine Used World
The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.
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Animal Average Vacation
Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what’s not in it.
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Empty House Lying
Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.
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Borders Country Trying
Sugar, it’s no parade but you’ll get down the street one way or another, so you’d just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.
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Pace Sugar Way
I prefer to remain anomalous.
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Prefer Remain
The thing is, it’s my own fault. I just can’t put up with a person that won’t go out of his way for me. And that’s what a man is. Somebody that won’t go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.
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Fault Men Way

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

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