“Once, in grade school, our class was taken on an overnight excursion to a campground. The air was warm: we had a campfire and… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
“The dark girl's gaze lights on me again, and something passes over her face, something I've seen before. Her face is speaking: you can't… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
That adolescent me, the girl who was, as I remember her, insecure, unsure, dreaming, yearning, longing, that girl who was hard on herself, who… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
“He told you not to cry, but tears keep leaking out of your eyes. And you're glad, because those tears belong to you. They're… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
All the inane, meaningless noises people make that pass for intelligent conversation. They might as well be pigs grunting in the pen. (92) — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible...something real you could grab and hold on… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
A piece of writing takes exactly as long as it needs to be done right. — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
“That's all we writers have, anyway; our minds and imaginations. To allow censors even the tiniest space in there with us can only lead… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
