“No, nothing much had changed in the old neighborhood. She was still just an actress in someone else’s play.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“As trite as the thought was, even her butterflies got the butterflies with just a tilt of his lips, and it had always been so.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Yes, life was made up of these instances in time. Big moments hidden inside little decisions.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Every conversation they had anymore it felt like instead of unraveling the mystery, it just further entangled all of them into a twisted never-ending… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“His face burst into a prism of colors and light as her eyes welled with tears and when they fell down her cheeks it… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“I want to be with you, Demetria. Go on dates, have sex and pointless arguments, figure out why you like to eat rabbit food,… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Just because the bully was always nice to you, never stole your lunch money, didn’t make him any less of a bully, did it?” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“The truth is a community is as big or as small as your heart lets it be.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“This was like discovering your vanilla cupcake had a chocolate fudge center.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“A mixed up knot of incompatible roles, tied up too tight to know where one ended and another began.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“And maybe then when they were all a family, Tommy would be able to see what Mary used to see, what his other children… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“It was a sickening, humbling, maddeningly powerless sensation this watching them and waiting for them to come to him. For the time they could… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“...for there is nothing so perfect as a thing with no ending and no beginning, such as a family of souls intertwined.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Just one word, infused with naked desperation; half prayer, half enchantment. It felt like a freezing charm on her soul making her his prisoner,… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Luchese lit his cigar and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket as if preparing for work. Bring it on, fuckface, James thought. It… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
