“Poems are not for explaining," she said, her tone as bored and faintly scornful as his. "They are for pretty girls to read aloud. Everyone knows that.” — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“I sat there in the darkness, with their skin clsoe to me, and I felt lifted up and wrapped with kindness. And very small,… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“There was this girl,” I said. "l mean-” All of a sudden I felt flustered, and added, ”We were just friends.” ”No such thing.”… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“We'd been twelve years old together. We'd shared the convictions that only twelve year olds can share, that love is simple and powerful and… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“Didn't anyone ever teach you that it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission?” — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“I was one of those people who stumbled into things, who followed whims and took side roads, instead of finding some goal to pursue… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“Poems are not for explaining," she said, her tone as bored and faintly scornful as his. "They are for pretty girls to read aloud.… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“Not Pining," she admitted. "But I look at you and you're so...Awkward, and scruffy, and fearless, and just so intensely yourself, and I remember… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
