“Raney flipped the book over and looked at the jacket cover, realized it was one of the books Bo had left at her house the first summer he'd been in Quentin--one of the few he hadn't read. "It's a novel,… — Carol Cassella Copy Share
“Tears of grief are unique. They contain chemicals that aren't found in the more mundane droplets of moisture that bathe the eyes, as if our tears wash us free of some noxious cause of sorrow. And tonight, after crying until I am empty, I have a rare glimpse of my own interior landscape - wounds piled like tiny skeletons into… — Carol Cassella Copy Share
“When do we stop crying over our own injuries? When we get old enough to swallow our tears, or when the people we love… — Carol Cassella Copy Share Image
“Raney flipped the book over and looked at the jacket cover, realized it was one of the books Bo had left at her house the first summer he'd been in Quentin--one of the few he hadn't read. "It's a novel, Grandpa. ENDER'S GAME by a man named Card. Orson Card," and she continued reading through the first page until he… — Carol Cassella Copy Share
“...and be emptied of gravity and surrounding by the rouge wave of an emotion she could not name.” — Carol Cassella Copy Share Image
“I didn't grow up with him, Marie. He didn't raise me. It's easy for me to like him.” — Carol Cassella Copy Share Image
“Tears of grief are unique. They contain chemicals that aren't found in the more mundane droplets of moisture that bathe the eyes, as if… — Carol Cassella Copy Share Image
