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Book: The Lovely Bones
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
She liked to imagine that when she passed, the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was. Except when she was at work, no one knew where she was at any time of day and no one waited for her. It was immaculate anonymity.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
Ruth had been a girl haunted and now she would be a woman haunted. First by accident and now by choice. All of it, the story of my life and death, was hers if she chose to tell it, even to one person at a time.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
They would go back to their homes and put me to rest, a letter from the past never reopened or reread.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
Her brain was a storm, her usual insight gone.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
You can be free. Simply put, you have to give up on Earth.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
She was armed to the teeth for any onslaught of sympathy.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
On my way home from the junior high, I would sometimes stop at the edge of our property and watch my mother ride the ride-on mower, looping in and out among the pine trees, and I could remember then how she used to whistle in the mornings as she made her tea and how my father, rushing home on Thursdays, would bring her marigolds and her face would light up in yellowy in delight. They had been deeply, separately, wholly in love- apart from her children my mother could reclaim this love, but with them she began to drift. It was my father who grew toward us as the years went by; it was my mother who grew away. ~pg 153; love
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
My father was too distracted to see anything in this. Mimicking my mother, he taped it to the fridge in the same place Buckley's long-forgotten drawing of the Inbetween had been. But my brother knew something was wrong with his story. Knew it by how his teacher reacted, doing a double take like they did in his comic books. He took the story down and brought it to my old room while Grandma Lynn was downstairs. He folded it into a tiny square and put it inside the now-empty insides of my four poster bed. ~pgs 217-218; Buckley's childhood
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
Do you know how alone I've always felt?
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
Every time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
The living room seemed to be where no living ever actually occurred.
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Alice Sebold _ The Lovely Bones
As he wrote, the candle in the window kept flickering, and despite his desk lamp the flickering distracted him. He sat back in the old wooden school chair he'd had since college and heard the reassuring squeak of the wood under him. At the firm he was failing to even register what was needed of him. Daily now he faced column after of column of meaningless numbers he was supposed to make square with company claims. He was making mistakes with a frequency that was frightening, and he feared, more than he had in the first days following my disappearance, that he would not be able to support his remaining children.~pgs 135-136; Susie's father on death
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