“There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this:… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“Of all the secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood the most divine was humor.” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“You cannot escape from life. Life is not a book. You can't just set it down on the coffee table and walk away from… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a merciful heart. She kicks her her splendid legs… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“The words shot through Vivi's bones and blood and muscle, and her body relaxed, so that when her feet touched the ground they met… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“sadness usually does, as soon as I sat down and began to listen. The small press had a correspondingly” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it,… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“I was stupefied. Had she once been a star and her bright burning had dimmed? Maybe because she had us? Or had Mama” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“The notes danced through the June air; Vivi could feel them dust her hair and shoulders. She could feel the notes enter her and… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“Don’t think this means I’m giving you all my secrets. There is more to me than you will ever know.” — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
