Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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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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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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