This thing with being lovers, it isn’t like being married.
CHRIS CLEAVEEven for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living. To survive, you have to look good or talk good. But to end your story well– here is the truth– you have to talk yourself out of it.
More Chris Cleave Quotes
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To be well in your mind you have first to be free.
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The only bad days as a writer are the ones when you are too cowardly or too lazy to sit down at the keyboard and give it everything you have.
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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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If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.
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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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Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles.
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I’m a much better writer for being a father.
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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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I’m really interested in people’s decisions.
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I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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There’s what people say, and there’s what people mean, and I like to explore the difference between the two.
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WWII was, without exaggeration, the biggest event in all of human history, and it is still within living memory.
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I’m always determined that as a novelist I’m going to go out there and research my characters very thoroughly before I start writing.
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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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Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn’t the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn’t deserve my own pity.
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