“Happiness is free, Mama says, as sure as the blinkin' stars, the withered arms the trees throw down for our fires, the waterproofin' on our skin, and the tongues of wind curlin' the walnut leaves before slidin' down our ears.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I don't tell him I couldn't have gorged if I'd tried, my stomach stuffed full of butterflies and grown-up worries.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“My stomach squirms like worms (in a good way) just thinking about him. And I reckon when love's in short supply, you know it… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“We make attachments to what's familiar. We find the beauty, even in the lack. That's human. We make the best of what we're given.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I answer her with my silence, understanding the full power of it for the first time. Words are weapons. Weapons are powerful. So are… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I hate her with the fury of gasoline set on fire. I burn for Jenessa, who deserves better than this, better than some screwed-up,… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“In a sea of trees turned into a sea of total strangers, familiar means everything.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“He had spoken in a whisper and she answered in one – though perhaps not how he had expected. “Do you not find it… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
