At this point in time the war [ WWII] is close enough to still feel hotly personal to a writer, yet far enough away so that jingoism and heroics are no longer required.
CHRIS CLEAVEEveryone carries the weight of WWII with them in their recent family history, and yet it is rarely spoken about within families, because veterans and survivors don’t tend to talk.
More Chris Cleave Quotes
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I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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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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I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee
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Andrew had a gift for deepening the incision he began.
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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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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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Is it my fault if I do not look like an English girl and I do not talk like a Nigerian? Well, who says an English girl must have skin as pale as the clouds that float across her summers? Who says a Nigerian girl must speak in fallen English…?
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A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
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And thus love makes fools of us all.
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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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Yet war doesn’t end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
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I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
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If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.
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Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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