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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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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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I want to be violated by insight.
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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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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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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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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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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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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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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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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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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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