The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
All true readers have a book, a moment when real life is never going to be able to compete with fiction again. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Percy climbed the first step, then the next, remembering the thousands of times she'd run through the door, in a hurry to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning points are… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I probably coughed self-pityingly in response, little aware that I was about to cross a tremendous threshold beyond which there would be… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape the rigid… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“... and I thought -not for the first time- what a true and simple pleasure it was, to be inside and sated when the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden house on… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
