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If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.

Chris Cleave

I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee
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Bombs Horse Littles
Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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Dare Refuge Understand
Death, of course, is a refuge. It’s where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It’s where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.
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Capes Names Running
I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.
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Stories Talking Writing
I think all of us are intrigued to imagine what we as individuals would become, if we were ever tested as hard as that golden generation was.
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Generations Golden Thinking
[My maternal grandmother ] was a teacher in London and elsewhere during the war, although the children she taught were not the “lost children” who feature in the novel – those come from my research.
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Children Teacher War
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
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Alive Mean Stories
A scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
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Dying Mean Thinking
If I can’t write it would be as if I died.
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Chasing Destroy Died Writing
I’m a much better writer for being a father.
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Being Better Father Much
I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
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Fit Soul World
At this point in time the war [ WWII] is close enough to still feel hotly personal to a writer, yet far enough away so that jingoism and heroics are no longer required.
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Enough Jingoism War
I think bravery means a different thing to everyone.
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Bravery Mean Thinking
This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.
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Ears Grief Moving
Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles.
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Down Nobody Principles World
The reason why I love people, and writing about them, is because they don’t always respond with hate and anger. If they did I wouldn’t have a story to tell. Who wants to know about someone who was brutalised and became brutal? I’m interested in the exceptions.
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Anger Hate Writing

If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.

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