In the early morning hours, Hannah read at the table by the dim light of dawn. She leaned in close to the pages, chin resting on her folded arms, eyes racing over the words, like chasing butterflies over the hills,… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Sharing his memories felt like handing over a sharp knife. A knife that others might handle carelessly. A knife that could be used to… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“A story knows no honor. A story knows no allegiance. A story simply is.” — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
In life, the hardest decisions often have to be made more than once. But each time, it gets easier. — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Giuseppe would miss them as well, but in a different way than he would miss the city. A city would stay the same. The… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
You are stronger than me," Asa says. "And in bravery and strength, there is a kind of beauty. — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“I know that evil hides here, but I cannot be the one to uncover it. Neither can any of you. Time will do that… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Though a story may begin as a lie, perhaps it can be made true. Perhaps their ultimate power is found in how they inspire… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
You can never trust anyone once you've had to trap them in a cage. — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
He waved to the city and said good-bye. The city responded by carrying on the way it always did, traffic moving forward uninterrupted, without… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
In the early morning hours, Hannah read at the table by the dim light of dawn. She leaned in close to the pages, chin… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
“Giuseppe was not tied down, not by rope, not by fear. He stood up, and spoke with a loud voice in the language of… — Matthew J. Kirby Copy Share Image
