Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it.
CHRIS CLEAVEThe reason why I love people, and writing about them, is because they don’t always respond with hate and anger. If they did I wouldn’t have a story to tell. Who wants to know about someone who was brutalised and became brutal? I’m interested in the exceptions.
More Chris Cleave Quotes
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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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We leave it up to books and movies to talk about WWII on our behalf.
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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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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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Even for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living. To survive, you have to look good or talk good. But to end your story well– here is the truth– you have to talk yourself out of it.
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I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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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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I’m a much better writer for being a father.
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We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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If I can’t write it would be as if I died.
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Yet war doesn’t end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
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I think bravery means a different thing to everyone.
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WWII was, without exaggeration, the biggest event in all of human history, and it is still within living memory.
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Andrew had a gift for deepening the incision he began.
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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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