History class was a forty-minute squirm from which I would emerge unscathed by insight. Down the hall in English Lit, though, there were stories to be had, and it was stories I craved. — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
“There's not a word I can say to you that you have not already though of, Mamah... There are ways to hold the thing… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
'Loving Frank' is about a forbidden love affair between two people who lived a hundred years ago - Frank Lloyd Wright and his married… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
“If Catherine would just let go' had been their mantra for so long. Now Mamah understood Catherine's dilemma better. She wouldn't divorce Frank because… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
If someone had told me in high school that one day I'd write an historical novel, I would have rolled my eyes. — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
“Why is the heart that is broken considered so much more valuable than the one or the two who must cause the” — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
“I'm like the trunk of a cactus, I suppose." she told him. "I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
“When both lovers yearn to become entirely one being, to free each other and to develop each other to the greatest perfection, this is… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
“Take my love for granted," he said, "and I shall do the same for you.” — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
“It seemed to me that boys had a lot more fun. It was a relief. I didn't look at myself from the outside. I… — Nancy Horan Copy Share Image
