This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.
She didn’t love him and he didn’t love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.
So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.
They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.
Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.
Short on money, long on hope.
Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.
His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.
It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.
Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything’s connetcted to everything else.
The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.
Either things grow and change or they die.
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
After Memory Keepers Daughter, it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away from the world again and sink into that psychic space to write again.
I’ve been accused of trying too hard to rescue people.
The challenges in this place are real and sometimes very difficult, but I’ve learned to slow down and look for beauty in my days, for the mysteries and blessings woven into everything, into the very words we speak.
In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.
A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.
But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.
It wasn’t right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn’t stop until something stopped you.