“Mary sat on a bench in the park. It was the middle of the night and she was alone and she felt at peace. She leaned back and looked upward. The sky was endless and expansive and the stars stretched… — Olivia Fuller Copy Share Image
“It was the day he learned that smart, witty girls were brighter than sunlight.” — Olivia Fuller Copy Share Image
“Her skin burned where he touched her. And as his hands moved over her with paradoxical motion—light and rough, heavy and delicate, all at the same time—they left tiny, but definite imprints. These imprints touched her deeply and left more than a physical mark. Like scars they might change and fade with time, but like scars she would never be… — Olivia Fuller Copy Share
“You’re one of those kinds of women—those kinds of people I should say—as am I.” “And what kind of woman is that?” Mary was… — Olivia Fuller Copy Share Image
“Every choice we make affects the other. It always has… We share our choices and our burdens. But that way neither of us has… — Olivia Fuller Copy Share Image
“Mary sat on a bench in the park. It was the middle of the night and she was alone and she felt at peace.… — Olivia Fuller Copy Share Image
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to suddenly realize that the reason you’ve have been so lost your whole life is… — Olivia Fuller Copy Share Image
