“Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa”—my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault—as she pounded her fist to her chest three times as if pounding shut a door to keep her guilt from escaping.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“She opened her heart and her home to her Purpose, and waited for it to come in.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“And you gots a Purpose too. Your Purpose gonna show itself when the time be right.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“Bonaventure could hear The Wanderer's regret. It made the sound of burned skin that cannot scab over because it is too far gone.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“From inside Dancy's warm, safe womb Bonaventure heard two voices singing, and his little heart beat out a raining tattoo as if to keep… — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“His listening intensified day by day until he could hear the adagio movement of a nucleus inside an electron aria that floated through the… — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“Before long the formed into a circle, and neither of them could imagine being a straight line again, caught in the loneliness of blunt… — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“Bonaventure heard the determination behind the Wanderer's library deed. It sounded like a thousand marching boots.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“One time Bonaventure heard the graphite of a pencil rasp across a piece of paper and leave a slight and quivered mark behind. He… — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“-I'm glad you're my dad. I love your sound. William took that to mean 'I love you' for sound was all he was to… — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
“The fire sings to the marshmallow, and the song turns the marshmallow brown because that's what marshmallows do when they're happy.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
