“Agatha surveys the garden, its rows of crinkled spring cabbages and beanstalks entwining bowers of hawthorn and hazel. The rosemary is dotted with pale blue stars of blossom and chives nod heads of tousled purple. New sage leaves sprout silver… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“One night when the moon was full, I explained to you about how the moon controls the tides, and you said I was like… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“We are fallen beings, my dear, and we experiment with all kinds of methods of redemption, but love is the only one. It is… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“Agatha surveys the garden, its rows of crinkled spring cabbages and beanstalks entwining bowers of hawthorn and hazel. The rosemary is dotted with pale… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I dance, alone, to music no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own heart rise… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“The past doesn’t change, of course; it lies behind you, petrified, immutable. What changes is the way you see it. Perception is everything. It… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“ When we say we have given up hope, all we are really doing is challenging Madame Fortune to prove us wrong. ” — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
