Carla H. Krueger Quotes - Page 2

We are all the sum of a million moments in our lives.
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I’ve always thought that the best moments can come from the worst times.
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Shush – it’s silent time again.
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The fear of silence is a fear everyone should overcome.
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Too old for dolls. Too ill for tablets.
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I always feel anxious if anyone’s close to uncovering my secrets.
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She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice – only later did she realise it was that thing he’d been concealing – known as guilt.
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The only difference between writers and people who don't write is that writers aren't afraid to display their demons.
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A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate.
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For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it was wrong, yet it was also natural. She covered her mouth with both hands, but Nader was already pale with revulsion. He turned and marched away into unwanted sunlight, leaving her to wonder why bad things happened and why no good person prevented them.
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I became a physicist to understand the world, then I became a writer to try and change it.
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Please, never tell me what 'horror erotica' is. Real #art is being lost in a bizarre swamp of over-processed, sexually exploitative garbage.
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Some ancient oversight had nearly taken his sight, but this sad fuck was already blind inside.
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Most people assume I write at night because of the kind of books I write, but I can shut out the light with my mind.
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Youngsters deserve no opinions.
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Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.
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Nearly two years of dates. Still no question. Her mother and father want to set a proper date. Still no question. Her friends keep asking, when, Natasha? When? But she still hasn’t been asked The Question. It’s enjoyable to be the one with all the secrets, but in her honest mind – the hidden part that’s always sleeping – the secrets he keeps about when and if give her a feeling inside she’s never really understood completely – a sensation she had as a child when she got to the end of a fairytale where never-ending love and happiness were all but expected and wondered whether there might be…. one last page.
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He remembers how someone – he forgets who – once said in a sarcastic tone, “Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw as overly-moral because he has flaws, he has weaknesses. How would his mistakes compare to her virtuousness? She used to dislike the competitiveness at work, the way she claimed she could never really make friends with anyone because everything was always so fake and cut-throat and he used to berate her for it, used to tell her to accept it, to realise the truth about life and relationships – but she wouldn’t take it. She was always thinking too hard about everything, always questioning her motives. Surely, if he’d married her, she’d have started questioning his.
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Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.
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Beyond the boundaries of herself, her parents and the enclosing garden walls, were open fields and other waiting places she still knew nothing of – lies of the land, perhaps. What Katie did know is that out there in the lonely nowhere was a special quietness, free of the sounds of daytime birds or foxes at night – and that it was a quietness she might like to listen to one day.
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On some days she was able to see both sun and moon at the same time. Like feuding cousins, they hung in two corners of the vast world-ceiling refusing to look at one another. The moon was always harder to spot and more faded, but it was there if you looked, as many things were.
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He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.
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The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.
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Life isn't over until you're dead. Another ultra-positive, ultra-motivational tweet to improve your day. You're welcome.
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Prayer is better than pills.
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Books are readable drugs.
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Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies.
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Blank walls are a shared canvas and we're all artists.
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Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.
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Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave.
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Writing is just building a new world – one character, one place, one maniac at a time.
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First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.
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Katie soon learned there was a problem with hope.
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I have a very addictive personality. If it isn’t women, it’s money. If it isn’t money, it’s speeding. And if it isn’t speeding, it’s women. I also like expensive video consoles where I can punch, kick, screw, shoot and drive legally all night anywhere I fucking well want to.
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Reality was dawning on him and he hated reality. If you were him, so would you.
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No matter what the good boys tell you, criminality is not a level playing field.
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One man’s fight is another man’s freedom.
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I’m proud to be a writer. I’m doing the job all my heroes did.
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The fear of not being remembered is a dangerous thing.
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You have to know your own mind inside out before you can know the minds of others.
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One day, I decided I was going to write books forever.
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She is intent on pleasing the men that frighten her.
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I can love what is broken.
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Nothing in her life makes sense.All she craves is for the pieces of the puzzle to fit together again.She is sure one day it will happen. She just doesn’t know when.She can’t fight injustice alone– for that, she needs her friends.
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You’re my prey tonight.
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Read the right books and we can be as wild and worry-free as we've ever wanted to be. No law can stop us reading.
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