Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the drug worked. It wasn't just a prop or an affectation. It was a tool for mental health.
This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak. - Sylvia Brownrigg
This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.
- Sylvia Brownrigg
Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the … - Sylvia Brownrigg
Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the …
I plan to learn enough to read you like a book. - Sylvia Brownrigg
I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.
Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you. - Sylvia Brownrigg
Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you.
No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already. - Sylvia Brownrigg
No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already.
In fiction, I have been on a Zweig kick. In England over December, I noticed that many British newspapers' year-end recommenders were praising the Pu… - Sylvia Brownrigg
In fiction, I have been on a Zweig kick. In England over December, I noticed that many British newspapers' year-end recommenders were praising the Pu…
The gap between the inner and outer self is one I've found interesting, even essential, about the way we move through the world. In The Delivery Room… - Sylvia Brownrigg
The gap between the inner and outer self is one I've found interesting, even essential, about the way we move through the world. In The Delivery Room…
It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can't all be like that. - Sylvia Brownrigg
It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can't all be like that.
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