“I'm like the moon," he started, "the hidden side of the moon. Not seen because it don't want to be seen. Everyone… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share Image
“Laughter layered the walls and clung to the dust mites, making them sparkle like lightning bugs in the daytime.” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share Image
“When I was little, I thought it was terribly romantic, being half stardust, half Southern magnolia.” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share Image
“We all gotta die, and we all gotta live with the things our dark sides do. People are afraid of their darkness,… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share Image
“The only problem is the heart is quiet. It takes a very special kind of person to hear what the heart says. Most can't… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“All the Amore siblings had The Sight in varying degrees, and its fickleness got us into trouble sometimes.” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“You really are a chameleon, aren't you? Fitting in wherever you go. "Aren't we all?" she said...” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“Here's a secret to love," she said. "Always make sure that the man loves you just a breath more than you love him." "Oh… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“No matter how silly I think it all is, society is still society and we are not free of the burdens of hate.” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“A game like sardines is scary, not so much for the hider but for the seekers. It's scary because you lose your companions and… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“You'll be just fine," he said. "Listen to your heart and mind together, that's the trick. Not one or the other, both.” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“[P]eople think that in order for something to be frightening, it has to be dark, musty, and full of cobwebs and secrets. That's a… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“I'm like the moon," he started, "the hidden side of the moon. Not seen because it don't want to be seen. Everyone knows ther's… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“She told us about how some people just had magic built into them. That her family firmly believed somehow, somewhere, at the very moment… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“Last week you looked at me with love. You wanted to touch me. Last week I was happy. Now? Who are you? I don’t… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
“Spring came slowly to the Bronx with a lot of rain & soft water-color tree blossoms.” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share
