“Her sister read that spiders have book lungs, which fold in and out over themselves like pages. This pleased Isabel immensely. When she learned later that humans do not also have book lungs, she was disappointed. Book lungs. It made… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“The early morning sunlight warms a patch of linoleum, and she lets her feet bathe in it while the kettle heats on the stove.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“You've been here before, Bell. Remember the stories you told me about wandering in the woods when you were a little girl? It scared… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“They read. The sounds of paper between them as they turn and crease and carefully avoid touching each other.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“Isabel turns down Oak toward the little vintage shop at Fourth Avenue, thinking of lunch—the Chinese place in Old Town, casting around inside herself… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“your knight in shining aroumor may just be an idiot in tin-foil.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“Well, he began, since we're talking about books, there is a book in my story.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“It's a strange product of infatuation, she thinks. To want to tell someone about mundane things. The awareness of another person suddenly sharpens your… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“There's not a thing in the world that will not change, including you.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“They are in the middle of the sidewalk, face to face, between a tobacco shop and a trash can. Everything they’ve never said flows… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“It’s never the wedding dresses, you know. We keep those, too, but only because they’re so blooming expensive. No. I’ve seen enough old ladies’… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
