She knew the way of things. She knew ifyou weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the wholeworld came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hardbeneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want andwine. . . .
Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to think hopefully of the future.
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Jacqueline Winspear
They are nothing but a broken bones crawling in the shadow of the past.
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Bilal
The air around her was cool lately, as if she were creating a vacuum with her unhappiness.
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Sarah Addison Allen
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
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Jonathan Safran Foer
…He sounded as though he had just seen The Pokey Little Puppy meet the business end of The Little Engine That Could.
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Thomm Quackenbush
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