“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
“It was this little troublemaker named Ralph Waldo Duffy. Ralph Waldo is the one who really ruined the pageant. He picked up… — 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… — 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… — Pamela Todd Copy Share Image
“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
