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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.

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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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