“All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.”
“Lily has never gotton used to being alone. They turn in the water and turn again, then Ambrose lifts her above the surface once more and the creek rains down from her. He lays her gently on her back and her heart breaks. Her tears begin to flow because he is leaving - don't go! He sinks into the water on his back - take me with you! His body turns white again and shimmers into segments until all the pieces disappear. Lily lies face down at right angles to the creek, her head hanging over the edge, arms outstretched towards the spot where she last saw her brother.”
“Perhaps God dropped them on their heads before they were born.”
“Writing. Opening a vein in your wrist with a spoon.”
“Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.”
“Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.”