“Did you see that guy in the back, from the radio station?’ His smile is a jar full of fireflies. ‘Crazy Girl,’ he says. ‘All I saw was you.” — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“The wired feeling that started when I left my house has grown into a thrumming, crackling, electrical field. I want to kiss Lukas. I… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“If you ever get that free, you need to reel yourself in, because the edges of the world are as sharp as glass, and… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“I think about all the money that’s gone into my piano lessons, and the days and weeks and hours. I have to get this… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Everyone does something to be okay, Skunk. That’s how the world is. At least the only things you need to muffle to survive are… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“My head whips back from the impact and my ribs twang like a dropped guitar. The sky spins above me like a penny. My… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Maybe we all need ships to hold our dreams, to be bigger and steadier than we ever could be, and to guard the mistery… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“It's amazing how quickly the things you thought would make you happy seem small once you stumble on something true.” — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Did you see that guy in the back, from the radio station?’ His smile is a jar full of fireflies. ‘Crazy Girl,’ he says.… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“There's a reason people get drunk after funerals, and I suddenly know what it is: the flip side of sadness is a dark, devouring… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“On the water, I can see Sukey’s ships, dark cities of their own. They are objects I will never touch, places I will never… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Whatever it is, it can’t possibly be as important as the Italian Concerto. Now let’s get to work.” We work for three and a… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“ Beautiful, I think to myself as I float back into sleep, my whole body thrumming with a tender, exhausted state of exhilaration. Beside… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“I remember the day when my seventh-grade teacher called my parents to tell them I’d been crying in the bathrooms at lunchtime after Sukey… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“I want to kiss you," I say, "but I seem to be holding this cat." Skunk lifts his hand and touches it to the… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
