“Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.” — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
I wasn't going to let things happen to me any more. I was going to make them happen. — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.” — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.” — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I couldn't tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“... and all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I looked at her moonskin face her pansy eyes and her cobweb hair and I knew I would go on giving her one last… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part. — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“It's like waking up and finding there's a war on. Nothing's the way it used to be and it's difficult to get your balance.… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I never had anything before this all started. I've lived in No-Man's-Land for thirty years.” — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
I know that sentence is long and has too many joining words in it but sometimes, when I'm angry, words burst out of me… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
