“It is something they will see everywhere - a disregard for danger, a companionship with death. By the end of a year they will know it well: the antic bravado, the fatal games, the coffin shop beside the cantina, the… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
“Sara understood this passion that beset geologists. Their minds were heavy with theories shaped by fire and water, their pockets weighted with residual bits of evidence chipped from road cuts and canyon walls, identifiable, able to be pigeonholed in time that stretched back five hundred million years. She understood that the rock in the Canadian's hand was likely to endure… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share
I found I'm quite happy working on a sentence for an hour or more, searching for the right phrase, the right word. I compare… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
I have everything I need. A square of sky, a piece of stone, a page, a pen, and memory raining down on me in… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
“Writing derives from an accumulation of experience. It's as if you collect facts and observations over time, like a stone to stand on. From… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
During your life, everything you do and everyone you meet rubs off in some way. Some bit of everything you experience stays with everyone… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
memories are like corks left out of bottles. They swell. They no longer fit. — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
“Paco had a way with plants…Sara believed that whenever he walked under a tree it grew a new branch to shade him.” — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
“It is something they will see everywhere - a disregard for danger, a companionship with death. By the end of a year they will… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
“We have come to live among specters, Sara tells herself. They are not people, but silhouettes sketched on a backdrop to deceive us into… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
“They have not considered that memories are like corks left out of bottles. They swell. They no longer fit.” — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
