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I AM A COWARD. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

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This is how it feels to die: It starts from outside and works its way in. ↗

— Sarah Wylie

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Five hours' New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm. ↗

— William Gibson

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Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#hearing #inattention #listening #senses #first-sentence

I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb. ↗

— R.L. LaFevers

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CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

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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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