I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light.… — Karen Cushman Copy Share
I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light. I thought I could hold it in my hand and carry it home. Now I know it is like happiness--… — Karen Cushman Copy Share
“I know what I want. A full belly, a contented heart, and a place in this world.” — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
“It's important to know what you think, my dear, or else you will be so hemmed in by other people's ideas and opinions, you… — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
“ Me iudice , in my opinion, life is like juggling... Things come at you―balls, clubs, knives, sorrow, loss. Either you stand there and… — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
I think sometimes that people are like onions. On the outside smooth and whole and simple but inside ring upon ring, complex and deep. — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
. . . . I cannot escape my life but can only use my determination and courage to make it the best I can. — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
“I am near fourteen and have never yet seen a hanging. My life is barren.” — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
Seems to me God made a big mistake when He failed to put handles on watermelons. — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
