Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Quotes

#1. How strange to have a sister, Valarie thought. Someone you might have been.

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#2. The leaves of the tree were yellow, as though they have absorbed all the spring sunshine and were saving it for winter.

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#3. She didn't want to be considered a woman yet, wasn't ready to be the recipient of jewelry from men.

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#4. but she never asked because something so wonderful should never be explained

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#5. She never worried about falling; such a thing was never possible in this weightless world

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#6. If the innocent are unjust, I'd rather be counted among the guilty.
-Valerie

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#7. The wolf lives right here. In this village". He looked at the villages. "Among you. It is one of you.

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#8. His memory loved her too much.

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#9. How much simpler it would have been to become a beast than to live through this, Valerie thought.

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#10. With Peter, she was laid bare; he extracted her from herself.

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#11. Red Riding Hood is not a fairy tale, but rather a universal story about courage and growing up

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#12. If you're the wolf, though, I'll chop off your head and piss down the hole

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#13. Though Valerie and Peter were dancing differently, their bodies moving in different ways, they were both doing the same dance. It was a jealousy dance, old as the human race

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#14. His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.

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#15. The wedding doesn't feel like mine. It feels like I'm being sold.

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#16. Good girls don't talk to werewolves

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#17. Promise me you'll be careful, my boy." She handed him the pack she'd assembled.
"Don't worry. The Wolf has no interest in me," he said, smiling through his pain. "I'm all gristle.

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#18. Valerie stood with the other women, watching the men go. She couldn't help bristling at this division of the sexes. Her fingers itched to hold a weapon, too, to do something, to kill something with her anger.

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#19. I am going to save your daughter. And then I intend to marry her. I would like your blessing in this, but I can live without it.

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#20. He had held out shakily, like a tree that had been hacked down to its breaking point. But that kiss was the last swing, the final impact, and he gave in finally, felled.

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