“Monroe started to play again. The piano was warming up, the keys firm beneath his fingertips, the pedals amplifying or dampening, the melodies he played rising up from beneath the lid in curves and curls as if they were printed… — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“You think of me like a book?' 'Of course,' she said. 'To open your pages is to be taken into another world.” — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“Monroe started to play again. The piano was warming up, the keys firm beneath his fingertips, the pedals amplifying or dampening, the melodies he… — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“She tried to smile but her face,she noticed with a jolt,was one that had been configured for tradgedy.” — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“Without moving he had glanced down at her head, at the steady rise and fall of her breath. She had a tiny mole on… — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
