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But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.Naomi Wood
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Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.Naomi Wood
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She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it.Naomi Wood
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The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking.Naomi Wood
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Talents too many, not enough of any.Naomi Wood
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The longer I don't write, the more I hurt.Naomi Wood
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I want to be a good man, a good writer."" Be one or the other, Ernest, not both.Naomi Wood
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No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief.Naomi Wood
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Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.Naomi Wood
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Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.Naomi Wood
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Paris without a good book is like a pretty girl with only one eye.Naomi Wood
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Oh no. I split my time between Paris and New York. They're the only places to really live.Naomi Wood