Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it. — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Ham or roast beef?” he asked. “Yes,” she said, stretching. He hesitated, then smiled crookedly. “You are a dreamer if you think you get… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“t's okay to let yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back. -” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Can we take my car?" she asked. He turned and looked at her, surprised. "This will all fit in mine." "I have more gear in my car trunk. It's stuff I don't always use but never know when I'll need it. Specialized equipment. Reflectors and tripods, extra flashes and a change of clothes, hiking boots and the like." Cat laughed… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share
“Aren’t you going to ask me what kind of boat I own?” he asked. “Sure. What kind of boat do you own?” “A sailboat.” “That’s nice. The coals are ready. I’ll just dab some herb butter on the swordfish and we’ll be eating in no time.” Travis shook his head at Cat’s lack of interest in the possibilities of sailing… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share
“Then he asked angrily, “Instead of teasing me, why the hell didn’t you tell me you had a famous, jealous maniac for a lover?… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“turning as it looked for prey. Though the bird’s shadow whipped over her face,” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Cat worked tirelessly, absorbed in the subtle changes of light and texture and composition. She darted around Travis like a fire, taking photos of the captain and his ship from various angles. Travis didn’t interfere or require her conversation. He could sense the excitement of creation flooding through her as clearly as he felt it in himself when elusive details… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share
“I didn't know how cold I was,” she admitted after a time. “You mean that interesting shade of blue isn't lipstick?” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Beyond Stone Ring Keep’s high walls, the wind wailed of coming winter. Ariane didn’t hear the mournful cry. She heard nothing but echoes” — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“A woman of intense feeling, head thrown back, hair wild, lips open upon a cry of unbelievable pleasure. The enchanted. A warrior both disciplined… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope? — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
