“Sometimes I dance, alone, to music no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own heart rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“One night when the moon was full, I explained to you about how the moon controls the tides, and you said I was like… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“We are fallen beings, my dear, and we experiment with all kinds of methods of redemption, but love is the only one. It is… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“Agatha surveys the garden, its rows of crinkled spring cabbages and beanstalks entwining bowers of hawthorn and hazel. The rosemary is dotted with pale… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I dance, alone, to music no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own heart rise… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“The past doesn’t change, of course; it lies behind you, petrified, immutable. What changes is the way you see it. Perception is everything. It… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“ When we say we have given up hope, all we are really doing is challenging Madame Fortune to prove us wrong. ” — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
