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That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

Camilla Gibb
Believe, Ideas, People
Camilla Gibb (2010). “Mouthing The Words”, p.235, Random House

Once you step inside, history has to be rewritten to include you. A fiction develops a story that weaves you into the social fabric, giving you roots and a local identity. You are assimilated, and in erasing your differences and making you one of their own, the community can maintain belief in its wholeness and purity. After two or three generations, nobody remembers the story is fiction. It has become fact. And this is how history is made.

Camilla Gibb
Two, Roots, Differences
Camilla Gibb (2007). “Sweetness in the Belly”, p.84, Penguin

It is not simply what one remembers, but why. There are sites of amputation where the past is severed from the body of the present. Remembering only encourages the growth of phantom limbs. And it is not simply what one remembers, or why, but what to do with what one remembers, which of the scattered pieces to carry forward, what to protect and preserve, what to leave behind.

Camilla Gibb
Past, Growth, Pieces
Camilla Gibb (2007). “Sweetness in the Belly”, p.107, Penguin

But that is the thing about miracles: it is perception that determines them as such, not facts.

Camilla Gibb
Miracle, Perception, Facts
Camilla Gibb (2007). “Sweetness in the Belly”, p.18, Penguin

It is his absence that is part of me and has been for years. This is who I am, perhaps who we all are, keepers of the absent and the dead. It is the blessing and burden of being alive.

Camilla Gibb
Life, Blessing, Who I Am
Camilla Gibb (2007). “Sweetness in the Belly”, p.248, Penguin

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