“Nadia," she says, very softly. I lean forward, straining to hear. Her expression has changed, drawn, as if in pain. "She's gone," she whispers. "The bed is empty." "Who, Mother?" "Nadia," she says again. "Her book is wrong. It's not… — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
“Today I found I'm not afraid of the unknown. Today I discovered that the unknown loved me, and that I loved it back.” — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
I love getting into the basement of a courthouse, and all the dusty records - all that stuff makes me really happy. — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
“He tossed the potato up and down, up and down, a thin smile creeping out from the corners of his mouth.” — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
It occurred to me at some point that what really links us to the past is memory, and there's so much we've forgotten. — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
I would not want to forget the first time I read The Lord of the Rings. I would never want to forget that! That… — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
“Warm sun and robin's-egg skies were inappropriate conditions for sending one's uncle to a lunatic asylum.” — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
I never have the feeling that I actually know what I'm doing or anything that I'm writing is any good. — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
I would never say that I'm not going to do something. I like not being limited. — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
“I knew full well that Lane considered himself more family than servant to my uncle, and that my uncle felt the same; the only… — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
I would not give up a lot of what I know about my heritage. I would not give up knowing where I came from,… — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
I'll tell you what I was most surprised to discover about my writing process, and that is that I never know what I'm doing. — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
“I said, 'tart'!" she snapped. Lane's brows went up, but I merely continued to smile, choosing to assume that her answer was a reference… — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
“She was the clock, a clock that had lost its key, unwinding in the dark.” — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
