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Toward the end of February 1954, James Beard was at work in his Greenwich Village kitchen doing what he most loved to do: cooking delicious meals. ↗

— Laura Shapiro

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I pinch the sentence's butt with my other hand and tug it from my skin like a leech, smack it back on the page and clamp the book shut. Part of it's hanging out, and it waves jerkily at me with what appears to be blatant hostility. I stick the book back on the upside-down shelf over my head, pissed off sentence first, counting on the gluey base to hold it in. All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

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Unfortunately, I am only myself. ↗

— Lisa Burstein

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Snowman wakes before dawn. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

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At school I was careful not to look like I watched everything, but I did. ↗

— Amanda Davis

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They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did. ↗

— Jean Rhys

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Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation? ↗

— Lewis Carroll

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Quite like old times,' the room says. ↗

— Jean Rhys

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Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

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Die meisten Lügen sind wahr und spinnen sich von ganz allein, kaum jemand kannte diese Wahrheit besser als Colin Darcy. Wenn man erst einmal der Melodie der Worte zu lauschen beginnt, dann pfeift man sie bald selbst. Und wenn Lügen wie kunstvolle Lieder sind, dann gehörte Helen Darcy, Colins Mutter, zu jenem seltenen Menschenschlag, der allzeit eine beschwingte Melodie auf den Lippen trägt. ↗

— Christoph Marzi

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