“She stood on the edge of night, that sliver of gray between darkness and dawn, that razor-thin line separating the first part of her life and whatever lay ahead.” — Anne Blankman Copy Share Image
“She stood on the edge of night, that sliver of gray between darkness and dawn, that razor-thin line separating the first part of her… — Anne Blankman Copy Share Image
“Loving someone is one thing, and being loved is another, but being loved by the one you love - that's paradise. And I don't… — Anne Blankman Copy Share Image
“You and I are impossible." she said. "No." Gently, he brushed the hair back from her face. "We are what's real and true.” — Anne Blankman Copy Share Image
“Do you always worry about everyone else before yourself?" "I don't know. I suppose." "It's a miserable habit...” — Anne Blankman Copy Share Image
“The man she had loved as a father was a fraud. He kissed the back of her hands and advocated war; he had played… — Anne Blankman Copy Share Image
“If you think love means secrecy, then you don’t understand what love is at all.” — Anne Blankman Copy Share Image
