“I wonder if the people of the ground ever feel that their children are too big for their world, too.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
We were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died,… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“The portrait rattles and goes still. I wonder if the dream would do my mother any good. I wonder if all that… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I watch the perfectly imperfect people several stories below, living their perfectly imperfect lives, and I think about how many decades will have to… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Rhine: It's okay that you miss her. She was the love of your life. Linden: Not the only love. It feels wrong to think… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Now isn't the time to be angry with my brother, but I suppose the anger I feel for him never goes away. I cover… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“This isn’t living, what all of us are doing. We drive down long, dilapidated back roads.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
