Love. I would ban the word from the vocabulary. Such imprecision. Love, which love, what love? Sentiment, fantasy, longing, lust? Obsession, devouring need? Perhaps the only love that is accurate without qualification is the love of a very young child. Afterward, she too becomes a person, and thus compromised.
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander, page 301
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ebook, 345 pages
Published September 1st 2006 by Little, Brown and Company
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