Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book. — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“I just tried to put myself in her place and figure out what would be the scariest thing. If I thought I might be… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
You were the best thing in my life … I did love you. I do. As much as I’ve ever loved anyone, as much… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“I was thinking in a Scottish brogue, because I'd just heard this guy interviewed on NPR, Lonnie McSomething.” — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“Isabel never despaired, even though I think she knew everything that was going to happen, right from the beginning. There was a Walt Whitman… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink. — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“All my life I've wanted to tell people I love them. Fear usually held me back, that they wouldn't care, or they wouldn't hear,… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“Fear kills. Protecting yourself backfires eventually. And living in fear of pain isn't really living at all.” — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“What the hell is this stuff?" he muttered, frowning at the oily spot on the linen cloth. "Pearlman slathered it on me this morning."… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“Never throw love away, never neglect it. Never assume you'll find better love somewhere else. Take it wherever you're lucky enough to find it,… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
