“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them.… — Tim Willocks Copy Share
“In the end, every man's life is but a tale told to him that's lived it, and to him alone.” — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple… — Tim Willocks Copy Share
“Have you noticed that human beings don’t have any patience? It’s always about them.” — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
“Sadness is never bad," said Amparo. "Sadness is the mirror of being happy” — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
“Let the morrow bring on what it would, he thought, for it didn't exist. Only now could lay any claim to forever...” — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
“She thought little of her ordeal. Cruelty was part of nature, like a winter frost; something to be survived and then forgotten (p.689)” — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
“Men, and pigs, are hard on women who sacrifice their virtue, especially for love." Mattis Tannhouser” — Tim Willocks Copy Share Image
