“I had no words to describe them---these feelings. How does one describe feelings one has never felt before?” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“Remember if you write, write, write, you can never be wrong."---Stephanie Skeem Author of Flotsam” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“There is no waste. No poor. No ignorant. No one without a job. No soul without a purpose. No squandering of time. No wars.… — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“In eighteen years I would have lived approximately six thousand, six hundred and fifty-six days, nine hundred and fifty weeks, two hundred and eighteen… — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“His last words ended exactly in time with the tick of the clock,” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“All born on the same date, all deceased on the same day as if some plague had wiped them out. But it was no… — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“I had no words to describe them---these feelings. How does one describe feelings one has never felt before?” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“Enfolding me was a familiar, safe something that was neither friendly, nor unfriendly---only comfortable.” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“No poor. No ignorant. No one without a job. No soul without a purpose. No squandering of time. No wars. No fighting. No murders.… — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“true music never dies, never dissipates, never grows old, never is lost, never…” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“The next night, after a monotonous day at work, I found myself drawn away from my room down the same stairs, to the same… — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
