Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
and I've always known it, the way I love a song I hear for the first time, even before I know all… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
When we were first married, I thought he must have been the most heartless, hateful man I'd ever known, but he was… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
When I was 11 or 12, I was really bored with everything on my summer reading list. It was all happy, middle-grade… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Words like 'unputdownable' and 'irresistible' are simply not enough for Cat Winters's In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story,… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I watch the perfectly imperfect people several stories below, living their perfectly imperfect lives, and I think about how many decades will have to… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Rhine: It's okay that you miss her. She was the love of your life. Linden: Not the only love. It feels wrong to think… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Now isn't the time to be angry with my brother, but I suppose the anger I feel for him never goes away. I cover… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“This isn’t living, what all of us are doing. We drive down long, dilapidated back roads.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
