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I’ve never understood people who insist that every kid’s book must have a happy ending. For the fact is that not every ending in real life is happy. On the contrary. Understand that I didn’t like sad endings - I wept copious tears over the deaths of Old Yeller and Charlotte the spider and shook my figurative fist at their unfortunate fates - but I learned through reading that their endings reflected reality. And this helped equip me to assume, in due course, the role of adult in an uncertain world. Imagine the shock if I had only been exposed to happy endings, because I avidly believed in the reality of all the worlds i encountered in reading.
Michael Cart in his Carte Blanche article “A Difficult & Complex Art”, Booklist 3/15/14 issue

The same words that make the horrible things come also tell the quieter things about love…

I found out something about words. There are plenty of words I can put on paper, words I can see with my eyes and scribble with my hand, that I never had the guts to say with my mouth.
Sometimes, I used to think I was brave; but I don’t believe that anymore.
And then it’s always that one word that makes you so different and puts you outside the overlap of everyone else; and that word is so fucking big and loud, it’s the only thing anyone ever hears when your name is spoken.
And whenever that happens to us, all the other words that make us the same disappear in its shadow.

From WINGER by Andrew Smith
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