“But it wasn't just the distance. It was what had happened to me since these days, those endless, quiet days when I thought my life would always continue in that way. When my life consisted of small, certain pieces of… — Linda Holeman Copy Share Image
“And now the thought came to me that I lived much of my life through the pages of books as well. That perhaps I, too, was only a paper figure. A cut-out, or silhouette. Flat. I always thought I knew… — Linda Holeman Copy Share Image
“But it wasn't just the distance. It was what had happened to me since these days, those endless, quiet days when I thought my… — Linda Holeman Copy Share Image
“I had never wanted attention, and now I was purposely inviting it. As I had told Dr Duverger, I had little vanity, and yet… — Linda Holeman Copy Share Image
“I knew my box of paints, stored away on the bedroom shelf of my small house across the ocean, could never create such colors.” — Linda Holeman Copy Share Image
“And now the thought came to me that I lived much of my life through the pages of books as well. That perhaps I,… — Linda Holeman Copy Share Image
