“To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.” — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Perhaps God dropped them on their heads before they were born.” — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
Depression is anger slowed down; panic is grief speeded up. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Anger Copy Share Image
The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Fear Copy Share Image
They are so young, they forget that the world is not as in love with them as they are. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It's where she belongs, she craves the caress of the violent shore, to come alive like that once more in a clash… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Inspirational Copy Share Image
“Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.” ― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees” — Ann-Marie MacDonald Memory Copy Share Image
“One day, I'll sit down with all my books around me, and just start reading.” — Ann-Marie MacDonald Book Copy Share Image
Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.” — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
Some people talk about children wanting to be born as though somewhere out there in the collective unconscious there's a spirit, or… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
Materia had been just six when they docked in Sydney Harbour and her father said, 'Look. This is the New World. Anything… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Anything is possible Copy Share Image
“As for sin. I honestly can't believe God is so bored or so lecherous as to care how close my body and… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
There are some stories you can't hear enough. They are the same every time you hear them. But you are not. That's… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It's his last thrill and his last sting of love, as fresh and painful as youth transplanted over time and an ocean.… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Adventure Copy Share Image
“The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear we should not judge.… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Heroes Copy Share Image
“The MacKinnons were always new, always almost just like everyone else. Always next door to normal. It was like growing up in… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
I grew up moving around because my dad was in the Air Force - I think this has carried over into my… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the page. To be in… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Bird Copy Share Image
“Lily has never gotton used to being alone. They turn in the water and turn again, then Ambrose lifts her above the… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Lily Copy Share Image
She's no lady. Her songs are all unbelievably unhappy or lewd. It's called Blues. She sings about sore feet, sexual relations, baked… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Baked goods Copy Share Image
“Byrn speaks and I understand him without effort, his words as clear as spring water. / Ask a favour of the plover,… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Calming-the-mind Copy Share Image
“I love the buildings. They're called skyscrapers. They're the closest thing to an ocean here. But it's an ocean that goes straight… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Buildings Copy Share Image
“She rejoins the crowd and watches with her friends, but she feels like an emptied glass - that crestfallen feeling of walking… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Darkness Copy Share Image
“For once, Frances is stripped of irony. She is in the presence of something bigger--namely Herself. Or at least the self implied… — Ann-Marie MacDonald First love Copy Share Image
“Under a smoky streetlamp I stood face to face with my beloved and pricked my fingers against the diamond studs of her… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Face to face Copy Share Image
“I am burning. I have to live, I have to sing, I want to transform myself into a thousand different characters and… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Determination Copy Share Image
“Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined are the… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Beautiful things Copy Share Image
You can tell a lot about a person by the people who work for them. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“What is the good of believing fervently in God if you wind up hating Him?” — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Memories Copy Share Image
'Fall on Your Knees' is really a story about secrets and family, and the idea that there are some stories or truths… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“My first advantage: I have everything. My second advantage: this is just another island. My third advantage: I am bigger than it… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Advantage Copy Share Image
