“The music interrupted mockingbirds and cardinals and half-hour church bells. It was at times orchestral and at times a cappella, a mighty love song made of lullaby, angel chant, opera, and hymn. There were the tap water and scissor sounds… — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“She opened her heart and her home to her Purpose, and waited for it to come in.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“And you gots a Purpose too. Your Purpose gonna show itself when the time be right.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“Bonaventure could hear The Wanderer's regret. It made the sound of burned skin that cannot scab over because it is too far gone.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“From inside Dancy's warm, safe womb Bonaventure heard two voices singing, and his little heart beat out a raining tattoo as if to keep… — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“His listening intensified day by day until he could hear the adagio movement of a nucleus inside an electron aria that floated through the… — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“Before long the formed into a circle, and neither of them could imagine being a straight line again, caught in the loneliness of blunt… — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“Bonaventure heard the determination behind the Wanderer's library deed. It sounded like a thousand marching boots.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“One time Bonaventure heard the graphite of a pencil rasp across a piece of paper and leave a slight and quivered mark behind. He… — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“-I'm glad you're my dad. I love your sound. William took that to mean 'I love you' for sound was all he was to… — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“The fire sings to the marshmallow, and the song turns the marshmallow brown because that's what marshmallows do when they're happy.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“The day was so wonderful that Bonaventure thought it would taste like cherry pie if he took a bite of it.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“The mirror done broke and your life looking back at you from them sharp glass pieces.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
“Please God, please God, can you please tell me why? I ask this of you, yet in my heart, I know.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share
