“What I know about you, Henry,” he said. “Is that you, as big as you are, know how to walk gently on… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I could’ve gone on and on but the truth was all that mattered. “My brother died because someone was jealous.” — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us.” — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I get that. For you, it’s more than following a bunch of rules—no sex, no booze, no swear words, pray every night… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I smiled at him. Not even Wyatt would have known how to be this honorable when talking about a girl that had… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Wyatt told me once that if tenderness were a disease, I’d be terminal.” — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“In my mind, I saw a string stretching from Henry’s heart at Quiet Waters to my heart. It was taut and it… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Jo told me once that she was an old woman everywhere but in her studio. “There I’m only myself,” she’d said. Standing… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“With a damp palm, I turned the knob and cracked open the door. She was asleep in her freshly made bed. I… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“He’d had to fold his long legs into his desk. His boots had seen better days, and his jeans unraveled in a… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Thanet is having a moment,” I said, leaning forward so Quinn could see him. “What’s wrong, man?” Quinn said. “Were you not… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself. So, this was me,… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Hold still, Meg, you’re dripping blood on my car seats.” I reached behind the passenger seat of Tennyson’s car looking for the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I needed out. The Jeep wasn’t fast enough. I shut it down, grabbed the keys and started running like a bear was… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Do you know how hard it is to paint kindness?” She leaned her hip against a desk in the corner of the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“We all think when we’re young that we want excitement and highs and passion. To hell with ordinary.” I smiled and she… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“For a second, I stared at the map of her veins just under the surface of her thin skin. It was like… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“And what do you want?” I almost choked. “How could you even ask me that, Henry?” He sighed. “Because I’m thousands of… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“We formed an impromptu circle just so we could look at each other and memorize faces. We hardly noticed the waiting officials.… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room,… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Henry drew a shaky breath. “Do me a favor, Meg.” “Anything,” I whispered. “Don’t fall for Quinn O’Neill. If you’re going to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I finally understood why so much monkey business happened in the backs of buses. Put us in close proximity, with wheels spinning… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I won’t forget it,” I said. “I hope you meet someone perfect one day.” “Ha…yeah, that’s just it. I think I already… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I’d known cruelty in a school—cruelty that would keep these amateurs up all night. But this kind of scene—crowds batting around a… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Quit worrying so much about the boards and nails of your life. Focus on the stuff that lasts.” He glanced through the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Then let me be your mercy,” he said. “I’ll never be able to give you smart answers about why we suffer, but… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“He was taking a leap here, negotiating with a crackhead, under the table, in a dark cantina. The courage etched on his… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“But I understood, now, that we don’t live only for ourselves. We’re connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares,… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“On the best nights, he’d appear outside the bookstore window and wait for me to unlock the door. He usually hadn’t had… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“The ice cold fear I’d felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Wait,” Quinn said. “There’s one more thing.” I turned around and raised an eyebrow. His eyes were wary and he lacked his… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Most kids grow sullen and angry when they’re working through issues, but Thanet mustered up another kind of bull-headed strength. The kind… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“It was about how men walk into a forest afraid because they know all the things that can happen. They might wake… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I thought back to Meg’s advice about Hemingway sentences—simple declarative statements that showed the truth and distilled the meaning. My first attempt… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“But Quinn held the fuzzy handcuffs in his hands, looking them over closely, and he smiled. “Oh, hey, did you want to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I recognized Meg’s swirly handwriting and crooked my index finger into the side of the envelope to rip it open. There was… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
