...so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
In writing, I want to be remembered for telling good stories in beautiful and powerful language, using the poetry of words to reflect the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Distance in a straight line has no mystery. The mystery is in the sphere. —Thomas Mann, Joseph and His Brothers” — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Anything can happen. But what goes wrong isn’t your fault. You can’t spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
