Dylan-dawson Quote by Carolee Dean Download Open image ““How do you know where a story begins?”” — Carolee Dean ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dylan-dawson
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“How badly i needed to see what was in my head o the page. even if i could barely read it.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
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“We are all rotting, making our way from womb to tomb, to the rhythm of the great clock counting downward to the grave.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Is she worth all that pain?” he asked me, smiling. “Definitely,” I said, still reeling from the events of the day. “But I don’t… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I used to think that words and music could change the world, but look at the people who have made it. You see their… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Are you a virgin?” I asked, “A virgin who’s gonna tear out my heart?” “Yes … no … wait.” She looked at me. “I’m… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
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