“The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.” — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
“Jane wondered why small-minded people often form such large groups as she made her way home.” — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
“I need a seatbelt on an airplane like a hole in the head,” thought Jane, as she smiled back.” — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
“Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.” — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
“You want to know the secret to raising good kids?” “What’s that? asked Thomas. “High expectations.” Thomas laughed. “Alright, well what’s the secret to… — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
“It was as hard to be a Norwegian in 1881 as it was to be an American in 1770. Perhaps even harder, as Norway… — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
“Their faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.” — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
“The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing… — Chris Nicolaisen Copy Share Image
