After a snowstorm is the best time to be in the woods, because all the empty beer and soda cans and candy wrappers disappear, and you don't have to try as hard to be in another time. Plus there's just… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
That's what being shy feels like. Like my skin is too thin, the light too bright. Like the best place I could possibly be is in a tunnel far under the cool, dark earth. Someone asks me a question and… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“There was something so electric about it. So dangerous. Those little touches were everything. I lived fro them. You can build a whole world… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then,… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Opening a present from a live person was scary enough. There was always the chance that the gift might be so wrong, so completely… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I wasn't interested in drinking beer or vodka or smoking cigarettes or doing all the other things Greta thinks I can't even imagine. I… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Things you'd never even seen with Finn could remind you of him, because he was the one person you'd want to show. "Look at… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Because maybe I don't want to leave the planet invisible. Maybe I need at least one person to remember something about me.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“But maybe I am. Maybe that’s exactly what I am. Maybe all I wanted was for Toby to hear the wolves that lived in… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I didn’t want to care, but somehow, like always, I did. She was wired into my heart. Twisted and kinked and threaded right through.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“What kind of party?” “The good kind.” “Yeah, right.” Greta knows that for me there are no good parties. I’m okay with one or… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image