Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I'd pretty much given up hope of being published, so I just wrote the book I wanted to read. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Because desperate people cling to hope like sailors to their wreaks.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“...it seemed hope's glimmer always hovered in the distance, no matter how long one journeyed towards it without success.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
She doesn't know I cry for the changing times. That just as I reread favourite books, some small part of me hoping… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It's the past. Thoughts and dreams, hopes and hurts, all brewed together, fermenting slowly in the fusty air, unable ever to dissipate… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape the rigid… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“... and I thought -not for the first time- what a true and simple pleasure it was, to be inside and sated when the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden house on… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
