Strange Sally Diamond Quotes

In the outside world, you will find more people who are kind than people who are not. Seek them out.

You don’t understand a lot of things, Sally, and this is one of them.’ ‘I understand racism.’ ‘Stop calling me a racist.’ ‘Stop being one.

I'm forty-four and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

I’m forty-four and I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

If Santa Claus doesn’t exist, does God, or the devil?” Mum looked to Dad and he said, “Nobody knows.” I found that concept difficult. If they knew for a fact that Santa Claus didn’t exist, why didn’t they know for sure about God?

You are you. As unique and different as every other person on the planet. Your oddities are not disabilities (although we call them disabilities to get your welfare allowance), they are mere quirks of your personality. You don’t like talking on the phone and I don’t like cauliflower. Are we so different?

My daughter, Amanda Heron, was out there, looking for answers. I googled her and found a glut of information. Young people have no idea how available their data is.

Sally, you are a crisis. You don’t mean to be, but if you have doubts about anything, you must ask me, okay?” “But I don’t have doubts about anything.

person on the planet. Your oddities are not disabilities (although we call them disabilities to get your welfare allowance), they are mere quirks of your personality. You don’t like talking on the phone and I don’t like cauliflower. Are we so different?

Every decade or so, we come up with new labels to categorize people. You could have been diagnosed with anxiety disorder or PTSD. Some might even have said you have autistic spectrum disorder or that you have an attachment disorder. The fact is that you are a bit odd, that’s all. You are you. As unique and different as every other person on the planet. Your oddities are not disabilities (although we call them disabilities to get your welfare allowance), they are mere quirks of your personality.

Your behavior has always been inconsistent. It is not bad. But you don’t fit any diagnosis of which I am aware.

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I thought it was a waste to buy flowers for a dead man but I also knew not to voice all my thoughts.

I didn’t stay to hear it burn. He was no longer he; it was a body, an “it,” in a domestic incinerator beside a barn in a field beside a house at the end of a lane, off a minor road.

I understood what shame meant. It was one of the emotions I was in touch with.

If they knew for a fact that Santa Claus didn’t exist, why didn’t they know for sure about God?

But, Tina, I did imagine having sex with Harrison Ford, quite a lot.” She smiled. “I think we’ve all done that. Sally,

Mark, are you interested in me romantically?

dentist who had spent years in Ireland and had lived not far from where a young girl was abducted in New Zealand in 1983. But he was a Kiwi citizen and died decades ago. And he had a son, older than you.

She has two children, so she probably likes sex.

He thinks your Stevie is his friend. Talks about him all the time.

I watched my friend drown.

Her solicitor had contacted me to say that Margaret Geary had willed her house to me.

Watch out particularly for elderly men, please,

Sally, he’s your uncle.

I was excited. In the weeks that followed, Dad began to do up the barn. I helped him run electricity from the main house in an underground trench we dug out. We pored over DIY books to figure out how to get water pipes from the mains into the corner of the barn. Dad installed a large sink, a toilet, and a modern shower. And then he bought a cooker and a fridge. He lined the walls with egg boxes. “Soundproofing,” he said.

Don’t worry, Lindy, we’ll drop you back in an hour, okay?

They’ll be raging if I go off with two strange fellas without telling them.

You kidnapped her. You took her from her family and imprisoned her in that room next door to mine. You starved her and beat her and punished her, and you raped her. You’re beating and raping Lindy, knocking her teeth out. Do you do it with extraction forceps or pliers?

I asked him what the difference between a son and a godson was, and he said a godson was a child who believed in God. And I certainly did.

I don’t even remember who her mother is.

When I’ve finished with the house, I’m going to build a barn behind it. Soundproofing materials are available on Amazon, like most things, even shackles. I realize now that the only way to make that connection I seek is to take a woman and keep her until she submits. I’m prepared to wait. I won’t force her to love me. I haven’t found her yet. She won’t be a child. I’m not my father.

And that old teddy bear that randomly arrived in the mail a couple of years back.

I cried again on the journey home. I tried the breathing exercises, I tried putting myself in Aunt Christine’s shoes, in Angela’s shoes, but my rational self asked why they couldn’t put themselves in my shoes. Was anger never justified?