It was like him, too, to love her and admit to it before he knew if she loved him. Maybe only mortals… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
“If I had to, I'd fight it like death itself. But with you, I don't have to.” — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
“We cannot resist the lure of that mortal brilliance. It is its own kind of glamour, that dazzles the senses. And once… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
“Is negative space the space you don't like, or the space that is not there? And if it's not there how can you tell?” — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
“Falkner sometimes thought her heart was a voodoo doll, full of pins. One each for Ben and the girls. One for each member of… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
“The way to get through normal life is to pretend it isn't getting to you. If you let on that you're hurt, the other… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
She has her own glamour, Willy lad. All poets do, all the bards and artists, all the musicians who truly take the music into… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
Coincidence is the word we use when we can't see the levers and pulleys. — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
“Here's what I think I'm having trouble with: this is what happiness is. When I was a kid, I thought I'd just get happier… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
Could I make you believe something that wasn't true?' He studied her through his eyelashes. 'You could make me believe anything at all. — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
She lifted her head. "It's easier," she said, slowly, "to be angry on someone else's behalf than on my own. And yet I find… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
“I love you like my own sister. Which is why I won't hesitate to tell you that I don't believe it.” — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
They don't know how the world is shaped. And so they give it a shape, and try to make everything fit it. They separate… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
