Trees down south have a difference to them, a subtle, slinking movement, mile by mile- a gracefulness, a swagger. Lanky trees stretching out their wiry thin, Spanish moss-covered branches, moss that s...
I don't pay no mind to rules. Seems to me, rules are things made up by scared people too afraid to die, so they can't live. Or too lazy to make their own decisions. Rules are for breakin', as far as I...
Love should never be a secret and it should never, ever be forgotten.
The only problem is the heart is quiet. It takes a very special kind of person to hear what the heart says. Most can't hear it at all and they have to guess. There are a lot of people walking around j...
Do you love her?' she asked him.'Always have,' he said.'Then why in the world would you leave her alone?
I'd forgotten so many important things. I'd stolen away my own past. It made me feel like a coward.
Too much work, I guess, to figure out each person as a whole instead of parts of this and parts of that.
I'm like the moon," he started, "the hidden side of the moon. Not seen because it don't want to be seen. Everyone knows ther's is shadow there, but no one looks. It's like that with me, Byrd. I'm part...
Pain is like a map, I guess. But I found my shortcut on my "map of the heart." Shortcuts always take longer, don't they?
There's a great deal of power in pretending.
[P]eople think that in order for something to be frightening, it has to be dark, musty, and full of cobwebs and secrets. That's a lie of epic proportion. The scariest, most unexplainable things happen...
You're a girl on fire. And it seems to me, you been dousing those flames for years. Let yourself burn a little.
You'll be just fine," he said. "Listen to your heart and mind together, that's the trick. Not one or the other, both.
The kitchen door, painted red from the day Naomi moved in, and a geranium, also red, outside on the stoop, gave the whole area a feeling of whimsy.
The kitchen of the Big House was always one of my favorite places. Airy and sunny. No modern cabinets or anything like that. Just a room full of windows, set into wise, worn walls.
Now, Simone, I'm a witch, remember? There's not much I don't know just by looking at you. And you know what I see when I look at you?'Simone walked out the door before she could finish, only hearing t...
I wouldn't want to live that life. I choose the pain. I chose the pain.
Sometimes it's the smallest secrets that hold the most hope, the most fun, the most danger.
Father and Ivy used to go off on their excursions, never knowing that I was relieved when they were gone. That I'd wear my nightgowns all day and read from dawn till dusk.
A game like sardines is scary, not so much for the hider but for the seekers. It's scary because you lose your companions and the whole world creeps up quiet and you slowly realize you're going to stu...
