“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Alice haunted the mossy edge of the woods, lingering in patches of shade. She was waiting to hear his Austin-Healey throttle back… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“The train was moving too fast to see much beyond the pines stepping up rock walls, but she knew from memory the… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“In 1972, Bayber's work underwent another metamorphosis, yet refused to be defined by or adhere to any specific style. Elements of abstract… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“The two of them had fallen into the habit of bartering knowledge whenever she visited. He schooled her in jazz, in bebop… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Why do we lack the capacity to celebrate small bits of perfection? Unless it's obvious on a grand scale, it's not worth… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I know you the way I know my own heart, the way I feel my own pulse. I know what your laugh will be,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“You don’t know what it’s like to worry you’ll start to despise the people who help you, the ones you should love, because they’re… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Why do I seem to have this effect on women? They're around me and they cry.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“I always felt like half of my life was hers, but I wonder if she didn’t feel that half my disease was hers, too.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to the perching… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Before too much longer I’ll forget her minute imperfections. That’s what you end up missing the most, those little faults. They burrow under your… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“He is a principled man, and compassionate, someone who will remind himself of your best qualities while struggling to forgive your worst. In short,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“You can trust him to do what he says, a trait which becomes increasingly rare.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“People grieve in their own ways. If you’d for once stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and let yourself get close to someone,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“I’ve found I still serve a purpose. I remind people to pray, to calculate the odds, to thank the fates, the gods, good karma,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“She knew she was delaying the inevitable- trying to locate Agnete's address- but decided to make a list of things to buy first, looking… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Alice haunted the mossy edge of the woods, lingering in patches of shade. She was waiting to hear his Austin-Healey throttle back when he… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“The thing she wanted to give him wasn't easily wrapped. If she could cast a spell, she'd offer him this new, slightly careless version… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Would he stay if he knew she was capable of hatred? That sometimes she felt so full of resentment, there wasn’t room for anything… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Sarcasm is wasted on those who haven’t had a decent night’s sleep, my darling.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
