“The years of her life tumbled out onto the floor like marbles that she would never be able to gather up again in one bowl. The years of her life had been a made puzzle that one day gets unmade,… — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“Never had anyone said, "Listen. Life is short. Pretend your body is still in its twenties. Jump for the brass ring. Swing for those… — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
Almost overnight, Albert Pinkham had gone from being barely able to keep his head above water to walking on the stuff. — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“Who the hell ain't dysfunctional these days? When the Kennedys straighten out, then maybe the rest of us should worry.” — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“He felt the rush of years, years wasted and years used wisely. He felt time moving through him, as if it were a ghost,… — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“looking off at the past as though it were a place one might still get to” — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“But Harry knew now that love was a soldier. It can invade the human heart. Build canopies through jungles. Scale castle walls. Cross moats.… — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“She had stood there with the phone pressed to her ear as though it were a huge plastic seashell, all the unhappy years of… — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“When you don't know enough about life to know what you might have missed out on, your imagination plays wicked tricks on you.” — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“The big television crouched in the shadowy beam of the porch light. Mattie could see its black, open face, and she felt as though… — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“This is what keeps ghosts locked to the earth, that sweet burning need for something they loved and gave up too soon.” — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
“She knew for certain there were all kinds of people who craved their youth, who would run like gazelles toward that fishhook of time,… — Cathie Pelletier Copy Share Image
