The Ocean at the End of the Lane Quotes

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...but fear of death gives us strength.

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Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don't. I don't.

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Dinner was wonderful. There was a joint of beef, with roast potatoes, golden-crisp on the outside and soft and white inside, buttered greens I did not recognize, although I think now that they might have been nettles, toasted carrots all blackened an...

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They were not my friends, after all. They were just the people I went to school with.

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I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.

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I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who /I/ was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then ...

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Adults follow paths. Children explore.

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Words save our lives, sometimes.

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In Sarasota, Florida, Stephen King reminded me of the joy of just writing every day.

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In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything.

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Hasn't there always been a moon?" "Bless you. Not in the slightest. I remember the day the moon came. We looked up in the sky--it was all dirty brown and sooty gray here then, not green and blue...

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Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

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Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not.

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Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk.

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What you remembered? Probably. More or less. Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you could be ...

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I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.

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Oh, monsters are scared," said Lettie. "That's why they're monsters.

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I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just .

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