Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
CHRIS CLEAVEWe no longer need to show people being brave: instead, we can examine how they became brave. We can assume that they didn’t start out that way. If we allow that they started out just like us, then their journey into courage becomes both more fascinating and more impressive.
More Chris Cleave Quotes
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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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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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I think, in common with a lot of novelists, I wasn’t the most athletic guy at school.
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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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Everyone 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.
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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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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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If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.
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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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Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles.
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I think bravery means a different thing to everyone.
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That is how we lived, happily and without hope. I was very young then, and I did not miss having a future because I did not know I was entitled to one.
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[My maternal grandmother ] was a teacher in London and elsewhere during the war, although the children she taught were not the “lost children” who feature in the novel – those come from my research.
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We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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