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Carol Rifka Brunt (born 1970) is an American novelist and short fiction writer. She is the author of Tell The Wolves I'm Home, which was on the New York Times Best Seller list. She is currently working on her second book.

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Every new party, every new bunch of people, and I start thinking that maybe this is my chance. That I'm going to be normal this time. A new leaf. A fresh start. But then I find myself at the party, thinking, Oh, yeah. This again.

Maybe, Party, People, Thinking, Time, Yeah

I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.

Work Out, Flying, Secret, Away, Back

Going into the woods alone is the best way to pretend you're in another time. It's a thing you can only do alone. If there's somebody else with you, it's too easy to remember where you really are.

Easy, Pretend, Remember, Way, Woods

There's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you're special.

Beautiful, Believe, Snow, Special, Walking

I thought of all the different kinds of love in the world. I could think of ten without even trying. The way parents love their kids, the way you love a puppy or chocolate ice cream or home or your favorite book or your sister. Or your uncle. There's those kinds of love and then there's the other kind. The falling kind.

Book, Different, Fall, Favorite, Sister, Uncles

Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.

Falling In Love, Love, Make, People, Unrequited Love, Waiting

There are dark black buttons tattooed on my heart. I’ll carry them for the rest of my days.

Black, Dark, Days, Heart

It's hard to do that, to decide to believe one thing over another.

Believe, Decide, Hard, One Thing, Thing

Once you know a thing you can’t ever unknow it.

Know, Knows, Thing, Unknow

It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything,. Then, like, the absolute second after you were born, the tunnel narrowed down to about half that size. . . . I figured on the day you died, the tunnel would be so narrow, you'd have squeezed yourself in with so many choices, that you just got squashed.

Choices, Died, Huge, Squashed, Tunnels, Would Be

I stared out the window the whole way, because it was raining, which is how I like the city best. It looks like it's been polished up. All the streets shine and lights from everywhere reflect off the black. It's like the whole place has been dipped in sugar syrup. Like the city is some kind of big candy apple.

Apples, Black, Candy, City, Light, Rain

I knew the way lost hopes could be dangerous, how they could turn a person into someone they never thought they'd be.

Dangerous, Hopes, Lost, Lost Hope, Turn, Way

I know all about love that's too big to stay in a tiny bucket. Splashing out all over the place in the most embarrassing way possible.

Buckets, Place, Stay, Tiny, Way

Sometimes it feels good to take the long way home.

Feel Good, Good, Home, Long, Take

That's what being shy feels like. Like my skin is too thin, the light too bright. Like the best place I could possibly be is in a tunnel far under the cool, dark earth. Someone asks me a question and I stare at them, empty-faced, my brain jammed up with how hard I'm trying to find something interesting to say. And in the end, all I can do is nod or shrug, because the light of their eyes looking at me, waiting for me, is just too much to take. And then it's over and there's one more person in the world who thinks I'm a complete and total waste of space.

Asks, Dark, Eye, Jammed, Thinking, Under

I had no idea how greedy my heart really was.

Greedy, Heart, Idea, Ideas

After a snowstorm is the best time to be in the woods, because all the empty beer and soda cans and candy wrappers disappear, and you don't have to try as hard to be in another time. Plus there's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.

Beautiful, Beer, Plus, Snow, Soda, Walking

If my life was a film, I’d have walked out by now.

Film, Ifs, Life, Walked

You could try to believe what you wanted, but it never worked. Your brain and your heart decided what you were going to believe and that was that. Whether you liked it or not.

Believe, Brain, Decided, Heart, Worked

My mother gave me a disappointed look. Then I gave her one back. Mine was for everything, not just the sandwich.

Disappointed, Everything, Gave, Looks, Mother, Sandwiches

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