“Ivy, I pray that it's you reading this.
And if you are, well, I suppose you're the new me... - Scarlet, in her diary”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
“I don't want to be lost forever. - Scarlet, in her diary”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
“First, she tipped the cold, sloppy leftovers from her plate into my lap. I heard her say 'whoops!', as if she'd forgotten how her own hands worked.
...
I stood up, my dress dripping with food, and slapped her as hard as I could.
Penny screamed and clutched at her cheek. The whole hall went silent. I shook out my stinging hand.
"Whoops!" I echoed.”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
“And the reflection didn't move.
It stared at me.
She stared at me.
And then Scarlet's hand moved too, and met mine against the cool glass.”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
“I can pick this... My governess used to shut me in the airing cupboard when I wouldn't do my sums. But I was resourceful! - Ariadne”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
“Her eyes are like a snake's. - Scarlet, in her diary, about Violet”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
“That witch... It was her. She took the diary. It has to be. I'm going to kill her... Penny. - Ivy”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
“Where are your manners, Miss Grey?" - Miss Fox
"Probably in the same place where you left yours." - Ivy”
― Sophie Cleverly, quote from The Lost Twin
Sophie Cleverly
Born place: in Bath, The United Kingdom
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“The avenues he had taken as a young man had pretty much dictated what the remaining years of his life would be like.”
― David Baldacci, quote from The Winner
“(He reasoned: A well-formed bottom hanging in space is just a well-formed bottom, but you hook up a well-formed bottom to a whip-smart woman and apply a dash of the awkward and what you’ve got yourself is…well, trouble.)”
― Christopher Moore, quote from Fluke: Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings
“One August morning at Blair House, he read in the papers that the body of an American soldier killed in action, Sergeant John Rice, had been brought home for burial in Sioux City, Iowa, but that at the last moment, as the casket was to be lowered into the grave, officials of the Sioux City Memorial Park had stopped the ceremony because Sergeant Rice, a Winnebago Indian, was not “a member of the Caucasian race” and burial was therefore denied. Outraged, Truman picked up the phone. Within minutes, by telephone and telegram, it was arranged that Sergeant Rice would be buried in Arlington National Cemetery with full military honors and that an Air Force plane was on the way to bring his widow and three children to Washington. That, as President, was the least he could do.”
― David McCullough, quote from Truman
“History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.”
― Jodi Picoult, quote from Second Glance
“Leslie Marmon Silko whispers the story is long. No, longer. Longer than that even. Longer than anything. With Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath drink at the bar. Laugh the dark laughter in the dark light. Sing a dark drunken song of men. Make a slurry toast. Rock back and forth, and drink the dark, and bask in the wallow of women knowing what women know. Just for a night. When you need to feel the ground of your life and the heart of the world, there will be a bonfire at the edge of a canyon under a night sky where Joy Harjo will sing your bonesong. Go ahead-with Anne Carson - rebuild the wreckage of a life a word at a time, ignoring grammar and the forms that keep culture humming. Make word war and have it out and settle it, scattering old meanings like hacked to pieces paper doll confetti. The lines that are left … they are awake and growling. With Virginia Woolf there will perhaps be a long walk in a garden or along a shore, perhaps a walk that will last all day. She will put her arm in yours and gaze out. At your backs will be history. In front of you, just the ordinary day, which is of course your entire life. Like language. The small backs of words. Stretching out horizonless. I am in a midnight blue room. A writing room. With a blood red desk. A room with rituals and sanctuaries. I made it for myself. It took me years. I reach down below my desk and pull up a bottle of scotch. Balvenie. 30 year. I pour myself an amber shot. I drink. Warm lips, throat. I close my eyes. I am not Virginia Woolf. But there is a line of hers that keeps me well: Arrange whatever pieces come your way. I am not alone. Whatever else there was or is, writing is with me.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, quote from The Chronology of Water
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