Kim Edwards - The Memory Keeper's Daughter (2005)

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It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

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All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.

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She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

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Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.

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He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

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The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her... so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car

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Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

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And the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

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Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

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Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

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He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.

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It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.

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You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.

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He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone.

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Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.

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There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.

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A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.

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His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

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She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love— nothing, now, but bones.

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They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.

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Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.

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In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.

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This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted.

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He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided yes, a brief moment of release in the back of a car, in the room of a silent house, this girl who had stood up later, adjusting her clothes, with now knowledge of how that moment was already shaping her life.

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Norah looked at her son's tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people – where? she could not remember this either – who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.

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