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(quotes from three junes by julia glass.)
"Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note" (194)
"I'm sorry if somehow this made you feel bad, not meeting them all, I'm sorry... Did it ever occur to you that I kept you from the rest of my life so I could keep you to myself?" (249)
"'I hate when people talk about twists of fate,' Anna liked to say. 'When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be'" (286)
"Fern lay in her bed, miserably alert, and asked herself if she had allowed the baby to be concieved because she hoped it would create so vast a love that every other love, every foolish memory of love, even this new love, would be eclipsed. Was she so weary of endings that she was determined to make her own, far less fragile beginning, one she would share with no one so that no one could take it away?" (336)
"Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note" (194)
"I'm sorry if somehow this made you feel bad, not meeting them all, I'm sorry... Did it ever occur to you that I kept you from the rest of my life so I could keep you to myself?" (249)
"'I hate when people talk about twists of fate,' Anna liked to say. 'When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be'" (286)
"Fern lay in her bed, miserably alert, and asked herself if she had allowed the baby to be concieved because she hoped it would create so vast a love that every other love, every foolish memory of love, even this new love, would be eclipsed. Was she so weary of endings that she was determined to make her own, far less fragile beginning, one she would share with no one so that no one could take it away?" (336)