Linda Grant Quotes

#1. When I look at my books I feel like Alice in the closing pages of Wonderland, when the cards all rise up and overwhelm her.

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#2. Pain itself, as a pure experience, is something different from the anxiety attached to it.

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#3. How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

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#4. The clothes you wear are a metamorphosis. They change you from the outside in.

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#5. Marriages last because the people in them want to be married

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#6. I'm a really hectic dreamer; I never wake up not out of a dream, and there's loads going on, lots of action, big blockbuster dreams, they're all major enterprises.

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#7. When I was a child, on Sunday mornings the family would assemble around the blue-leather-covered gramophone to listen to records.

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#8. It's not the punch you expect that knocks you down.

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#9. I was overly-familiar with chairs that flew, with wardrobes that led to snowy woods, and holes in the ground with hobbits in them.

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#10. I was embarrassed by my parents. I thought they had nothing of interest to say or contribute to anything. My real crime was not understanding that they were interesting, and I have been trying to make it up to them for being so indescribably blase, so genuinely uninterested and dismissive.

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#11. They are books that have been read and read intensely. They are knocked about and shopworn. I would be ashamed of a book whose spine was not broken.

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#12. Lord Malquist and Mr Moon was the literary equivalent of the Wonderbra for intellectually pretentious students of the seventies.

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#13. I am not by any stretch of the imagination a tidy person, and the piles of unread books on the coffee table and by my bed have a plaintive, pleading quality to me - 'Read me, please!'

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#14. Many of us, whether in the jungles of Asia or on the streets of Chicago, had discovered that noble causes can lead to ignoble actions and that we were capable of sacrificing honor to a sense of efficacy.

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#15. I threw one box in the recycling bin. I'm going to hell, a hell in which eternity is a Kindle with a dead battery.

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#16. Crave the small, tactile simplicity of my new Kindle Paperwhite in its purple leather cover, which is currently home to what would make up around three boxes of physical books, but whose screen's digital imprint is flattened of all memory and association. It's soulless and almost weightless.

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#17. Revenge is so much more satisfying than regret.

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#18. The relationship with my library on a Kindle feels more intimate, like a shelled animal carrying its home on its back.

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#19. Times were very hard if you were a poor, politically correct Jewish girl living in the east end of London during the Blitz and you were trying to eke out a living as a hairdresser.

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#20. I'm not shy, not reclusive, not any of those things, but the idea of a day in front of me when I have nothing to do, is just, oh what pleasure!

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#21. The idea that I was building a library to bequeath to the next generation is one of the greatest fallacies of my life.

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#22. When I was in my 20s in the 1970s, I read all of Jean Rhys. I have reread very little since because the first impressions were so powerful they have stayed with me.

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#23. And your neihjbour is sitting next door weeping as she watches her child facing a crowd of Palestiniankids armed with rocks which could take your boy's eye out or give him brain damage if god forbids he took off his helmet one of those dusty stones hit him in the head

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#24. A new dress. Is this all it takes to make a new beginning, this shred of dyed cloth, shaped into the form of a woman's body?

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#25. There is probably no finer prose writer alive in Britain now, no-one better at making a sentence, no-one better at descriptive writing, no-one who can get so close to the vividness of other peoples interior selves.

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#26. When I was 20 I was immensely proud of the rows of grey-spined Penguin Modern Classics in my bookcase.

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#27. There are not enough books here. The sight of the bare shelves shames me. What have I done?

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#28. Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in all your life, each baby shoe and winter coat and wedding dress, you would have your autobiography.

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#29. Alone, dying alone. Sentence after apparently unremarkable sentence pass until suddenly I feel myself hit in the solar plexus by the accumulated tension. I look back and ask, How did you do that? I return in memory

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#30. What is the death of a soldier even off duty of an occupying army walking in an occupied territory against the death of a little boy screaming in terror in his father's arms Where is the equivalence

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