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I sat alone in my room for a long time

A year or so later, a girl awaiting a lung transplant asked to meet me. I spent a couple of hours with her and found myself forgetting the strange premise of why I was there. I liked her. A lot. She was funny and kind and she had a wry sense of humour about her own terrifying predicament. I would h…

—p.191 Run Towards the Danger: Confrontations with a Body of Memory Dissolving the Boundaries (175) by Sarah Polley
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I sat alone in my room for a long time

A year or so later, a girl awaiting a lung transplant asked to meet me. I spent a couple of hours with her and found myself forgetting the strange premise of why I was there. I liked her. A lot. She was funny and kind and she had a wry sense of humour about her own terrifying predicament. I would h…

—p.191 Dissolving the Boundaries (175) by Sarah Polley
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we must try our best to make it a good experience

I felt deeply ashamed and told him so. He said, “If this film is everything we want it to be, maybe, if we are very lucky, it will affect two or three people for a little while. The only thing that is certain is that the experience of making it will be with all of us, it will become a part of us, f…

—p.173 Mad Genius (143) by Sarah Polley
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more than most people get in a lifetime

I take a deep breath and I answer Soap-Opera-Hot Doctor’s mother’s question. I say that I didn’t know how much I missed my mother until I was pregnant. I say that I didn’t know how angry I was at her for dying. I say that now that I’ve lived two and a half years with my child, and felt the intensit…

—p.141 High Risk (103) by Sarah Polley
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it was just such a beautiful day

She was adored. As an adult, I am still sometimes stopped on the street by people in their seventies or eighties who tell me how much they loved my mother, how much she made them laugh, how much she helped them and believed in them. One of her former colleagues told one of my siblings that they rem…

—p.126 High Risk (103) by Sarah Polley