“Look," Aracely said. "I know what you're going through." "No you don't." Sam sat up. "I still have to live like this. Nothing is gonna fix me. There's no water that's gonna make me into something else." "And I'd start… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“The difference between baptism and drowning is a few faithless breaths.” — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“As though their daughters loving men and women meant they wanted all of them in the world. There was no way to tell their… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“This is was what their mothers would say if she and her cousins ever told them the things they folded inside their hearts. Twice… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“Twice as many paths to trouble,' their mothers would whisper. As though their daughters loving men and women meant they wanted all of them… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“Her feeling that the moon had slipped from her grasp seemed locked in a place so far inside her that to reach it would… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“No,' she whispered over those fields. 'No, you can't have this part of me.' If they tried to take Sam, she'd do anything she… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“It shouldn't have mattered, not when Miel and the other girls in his class wore jeans more than they wore skirts. Not when they… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“Her mother did not guess that water could be more dangerous when there was less of it.” — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“The fact that Aracely might understand what he could not say, it seeded in him a want, new and raw, like not knowing he… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“They’d spent enough time together that their bodies had pulled on each other, and they now bled at the same time, when the moon… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“Even in its first faint traces, love could alter a landscape. It wrote unimagined stories and made the most beautiful, forbidding places.” — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
