My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Pieces" Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods… But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said words of… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“It is good to have many strengths, Natiya...Do not sacrifice one kind of strength for another” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Morrighan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware. My brothers.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“I play the if game too, Tavish. It´s practically a hobby of mine, but I´ve found it´s a game of endless possibilities with no… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“He leaned back, the misery in his eyes cutting through me. "But they're only wishes Lia, because you've made promises and so have I.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
