“ If my life was to be just a single note in an endless symphony, how could I not sound it out for as long and as loudly as I could? Lauren Wolk
“ I slept so long and hard that when my mother woke me the next morning I was a stranger to myself. Lauren Wolk
“ But the wind always swept my words away like cloud shadows, as if it mattered more that I said them, than who heard them. Lauren Wolk
“ I didn't tell him that I'd put his awful stories in boxes and stacked them on a shelf at the back of my mind. I could hear a quieter version of them still, from their dark place, through all the other… Lauren Wolk
