“ Little girl, little boyIf love has a wayFill their fields with laughterAnd scatter the sun on their dayAnd if it should happen to rainMake their raindrops kissesStraight from heaven aboveThat touch th… Laura Miller
“ I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back. Laura Miller
“ Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects. Laura Miller
“ Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces… Laura Miller
“ I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back. Laura Miller
“ She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It’s the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think. Laura Miller
“ Big events, small, mundane moments of the day–it doesn’t matter; the past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it. Laura Miller
“ She always used to say that the past is a relentless parasite in its quest, feeding off of the senses, looking for anything that will trigger a memory–forever there to complicate the present, forever… Laura Miller
“ I set my face toward the sun again, and I think about my old life—the one I feel as though I’ve abandoned somehow. It hurts to think of it that way. And even though I know it wasn’t perfect, I look ba… Laura Miller
“ We’re all livin’ in the past...we’re really always eighty milliseconds behind life happenin’. ...that’s how long it takes our brains to comprehend what’s already taken place right in front of our eyes… Laura Miller
“ A part of me will probably always be waitin’ for her. And even when I get to the end of this life and she’s not there, I think I’ll still just wait. It’s the cruel reality of love, I think—that once y… Laura Miller
“ But kind of like when you move something on a wall after it’s been there for a long time, and its place is bright but everything around it is faded—that’s how I feel about her. She wasn’t there very l… Laura Miller
“ Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date—one that you can’t see until she tells you she’s leaving, and then she’s gone. Laura Miller
“ She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name. Laura Miller
“ Words are great, but even I can admit they have certain short-comings. No word can ever give justice to a smile from a man who never smiled or to an old woman who gives up her seat on the bus to a sol… Laura Miller
“ Litchat, however, is singleminded. Seemingly, it can only conceive of a writer’s persona as one thing at a time: a prick, a detached brainiac, a suffering saint. Litchat is adamant, yes, and imperviou… Laura Miller
“ The closer and more completely you can come to explaining what a work of art means, the less like art it seems. Laura Miller
“ Desire acts as a honey trap to the unwary male, luring him into unworthy and catastrophic enterprises. The beauty of the Narnian witches isn't ancillary to their evil, but integral to it, one of the w… Laura Miller
