She knows too well what it's like to tamp down your natural inclinations, to force a smile when you feel numb…The expression… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
And so it is that you learn how to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“And so your personality is shaped. You know too much, and this knowledge makes you wary. You grow fearful and mistrustful. The… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“When Vivian describes how it felt to be at the mercy of strangers, Molly nods. She knows full well what it’s like… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“I have seen people at their worst, at their most desperate and selfish, and this knowledge makes me wary. So I’m learning… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“So I am learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass,… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
I know too much; I've seen people at their worst, at their most desperate and selfish, and this knowledge makes me wary.… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Mr. Grote shows me how he grows wild rice in the stream and collects the seeds. The rice is nutty and brown. He plants… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“I try to forget the horror of what happened. Or—perhaps forget is the wrong word. How can I forget? And yet how can I… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“don’t know how much of my memory of this time is affected by my age now and how much is a result of the… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Sometimes these spirits have been more real to me than people, more real than God. They fill silence with their weight, dense and warm,… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Every Easter she and her mother planted those crocuses near the fence beside the driveway, and soon enough a whole cluster of them, white… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Mr. Kaminski pulled a chain hanging from the pressed-metal kitchen ceiling, and light seeped from a bulb, casting a wan glow over a scarred… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“for the first time since the fire, my worries are gone. I feel a joy so strong it’s almost painful—a knife’s edge of joy.” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“What was it the teacher in her Legal Issues class said the other day? Never bring up a point you don’t have an answer… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Mrs. Scatcherd raps Dutchy's knuckles several times with a long wooden ruler, though it seems to me a halfhearted penalty. He barely winces, then… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“(There are many ways to be crippled, I’ve learned over the years, many forms of paralysis.)” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“This girl may never go anywhere. She should at least know that adventure is in her bones.” When” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“only link we had to our future was a name scrawled on a piece of paper my father tucked in his shirt pocket as… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
