“Her lips quiver with the cold. She looks shy and apologetic. Some hair has escaped her loose ponytail and she brushes it back. She looks at me through rain-splattered glasses.” — Lynda Renham Copy Share Image
I was so terrified before an audience that I would break out in these ugly red hives, and my lips would quiver at the sight of a word or a song. — Haley Bennett Copy Share Image
