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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…?

Chris Cleave

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
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
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
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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Ears Grief Moving
This thing with being lovers, it isn’t like being married.
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Being Lovers Married
Death, of course, is a refuge. It’s where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It’s where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.
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Capes Names Running
Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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Dare Refuge Understand
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
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
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Alive Mean Stories
My paternal grandmother drove ambulances during the regional Blitz, in Birmingham.
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Ambulance Birmingham Grandmother
To be well in your mind you have first to be free.
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Firsts Mind Wells
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’m really interested in people’s decisions.
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Decision Interested People
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
I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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Built Woman Wreckage
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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Bombs Horse Littles

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