“There were days so clear and skies so brilliant blue, with white clouds scudding across them like ships under full sail, and she felt she could lift right off the ground. One moment she was ambling down a path, and… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“They like bright colors," she said. He smiled at her, those dark tameless eyes, half-bold and half-shy. "They like beautiful things," he said.” — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“What part did she give you?" Zoe asked her mother. "Mary, the mother of God." "Talk about miscasting," Nelia said.” — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“But she found herself drawn to Ivy because he wasn't like her at all, wasn't like anyone, really. Most people were different because they… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“She looked at him and realized that she loved him, out of nowhere, pure and simple. She loved him: this boy who fit so naturally in the water, the wild, and in everything else. She loved him: this boy who seemed to grow up out of the ground itself. There was a part of her that had known this from… — Pamela Todd Copy Share
“Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them.… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“It was this little troublemaker named Ralph Waldo Duffy. Ralph Waldo is the one who really ruined the pageant. He picked up the baby… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“You can't hold on, Zoe. Not to hate. Not even to love. You kill things that way. There's only one freedom. Forgiveness. And sometimes… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“It was an ugly flower, pink with yellow-tipped stamens sticking out of the center. It deserved to die. Zoe pulled the hammer back in… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“There were days so clear and skies so brilliant blue, with white clouds scudding across them like ships under full sail, and she felt… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“The things is," she said at last, " sometimes people can come back and still be lost.” — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“Boobs are like boyfriends. You go around wishing for them and trying to figure out what you have to do to get them, and… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
