So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason - to find some shred of meaning even… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“What’s your natural color, if you don’t mind my asking?” “I don’t mind,” Molly says. “It’s dark brown.” “Well, my natural color… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“I read once that the act of observing changes the nature of what is observed.” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason — to find some shred of meaning even… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Do our natures dictate the choices we make, I wonder, or do we choose to live a certain way because of circumstances… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“There she is, that girl, on a planet of grass. Her wants are simple: to tilt her face to the sun and… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
It's human nature to want to think the best of others, but if you listen carefully, people will always tell you who… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Mr. Grote shows me how he grows wild rice in the stream and collects the seeds. The rice is nutty and brown. He plants… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“I try to forget the horror of what happened. Or—perhaps forget is the wrong word. How can I forget? And yet how can I… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“don’t know how much of my memory of this time is affected by my age now and how much is a result of the… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Sometimes these spirits have been more real to me than people, more real than God. They fill silence with their weight, dense and warm,… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Every Easter she and her mother planted those crocuses near the fence beside the driveway, and soon enough a whole cluster of them, white… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Mr. Kaminski pulled a chain hanging from the pressed-metal kitchen ceiling, and light seeped from a bulb, casting a wan glow over a scarred… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“for the first time since the fire, my worries are gone. I feel a joy so strong it’s almost painful—a knife’s edge of joy.” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“What was it the teacher in her Legal Issues class said the other day? Never bring up a point you don’t have an answer… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Scatcherd raps Dutchy's knuckles several times with a long wooden ruler, though it seems to me a halfhearted penalty. He barely winces, then… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
