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We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

Chris Cleave

I think, in common with a lot of novelists, I wasn’t the most athletic guy at school.
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Guy School Thinking
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
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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Differences Mean Two
And thus love makes fools of us all.
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Fool Love Make Thus
I’m really interested in people’s decisions.
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Decision Interested People
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.
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Alive Mean Stories
This thing with being lovers, it isn’t like being married.
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Being Lovers Married
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
Sometimes we don’t notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us.
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Brave Easy Sometimes
My paternal grandmother drove ambulances during the regional Blitz, in Birmingham.
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Ambulance Birmingham Grandmother
I write in the novel’s afterword that our recent wars “finish not with victory or defeat but with a calendar draw-down date and a presumption that we shall never be reconciled with the enemy”.
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Enemy War Writing
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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Cry Pity Understood
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’m not happy with just repeating myself.
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Happy Just Not Repairing
If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.
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Serious Smile Thinking
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
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Alive Mean Stories

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

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