“ Their heartbeats rushed through his body. His arms circled around her, just so he could keep himself from falling. Betsy Cornwell
“ It's the colors that will make you stray. They sing to you, the not-blue and the searing light, and no matter how tightly you tie yourself to the inbetween, eventually you will break free.No one swims… Betsy Cornwell
“ But unlike sirens, selkies don't mean any harm with their songs. They don't sing to seduce or to kill. Their songs have nothing to do with anyone but themselves. They sing for the simple joy of it, an… Betsy Cornwell
“ I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against his mouth, feeling that… Betsy Cornwell
“ The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes.He was growing.New, mol… Betsy Cornwell
“ I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend. Betsy Cornwell
“ Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words. Betsy Cornwell
“ Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we… Betsy Cornwell
“ I do the same with my books...Nothing like a good argument in the margins with someone who's already said all they have to say on the subject. Betsy Cornwell
“ Where once I prayed for forgiveness from a father God who held up huge palms and said “Thou shalt not,” now I find peace with a sister god who takes my open hands in hers and says, “You will. Betsy Cornwell
