Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
I grew up in Skaneateles, a small town in New York's Finger Lakes region, where parts of my family have lived for… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
In writing, I want to be remembered for telling good stories in beautiful and powerful language, using the poetry of words to reflect the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Distance in a straight line has no mystery. The mystery is in the sphere. —Thomas Mann, Joseph and His Brothers” — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Anything can happen. But what goes wrong isn’t your fault. You can’t spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
