“He had curled himself up into a minature sphere in the farthest corner of the box, a fuzzy softball that would have fit eaisly… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him "Stumpy" or "the maimed one." It doesn't sound particularly flattering, but among Spanish speakers the giving of nicknames is tantamount to a declaration of love. Things that would sound insulting… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share
“This displacement between then and now created an ever-present sense of unease, like a low-frequency sound she couldn't hear clearly enough to identify, but… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“I think the thing that drove me craziest was wondering why? Why me, why my apartment? The most maddening thing to accept is that there usually isn’t a why. Or there probably is—because effects have causes—but you’ll never know what it was. Not knowing makes it impossible to avoid having the exact same thing happen again. But it’s also liberating.… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share
So I didn't adopt Homer because he was cute and little and sweet, or because he was helpless and needed me. I adopted him… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“I'd understood that when you see something so fundamentally worthwhile in somebody else, you don't look for all the reasons that might keep it… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“A friend once asked me why it was that stories about animals and their heroism...are so compelling. ...we love them because they're the closest… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“The beauty of having nothing to lose is that you have everything to gain” — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“Homer would scuttle up the side of my denim-clad leg (to this day, there’s nothing he loves climbing so much as a pair of… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
