The night has made up its mind. It’s we who are too slow, who move in the wake of events already decided for us, who refuse, who are too weak or too simple, or are perhaps, strictly, unable to understand — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“This was the image Angeline had of him at the time; always moving to the edges of some sort of celebration.” — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“Riding in the herd, the sound like one constant, endless sigh; some frantic and others calm, some remembering some wrong done to them while… — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“...She was becoming what she was destined to become...: her own person, her own independent and particular self.” — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“And how does one so small and perfect in her way become an adult? The change would never occur if he kept his eye… — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“The man said that a portion of track just up into the mountain pass had been damaged by a rockslide early that morning, and… — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“A place to show her children: and you belong to the earth, and the earth is hard.” — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
The night has made up its mind. It’s we who are too slow, who move in the wake of events already decided for us,… — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“She could strive for perfection only in certain, few things; beyond that, it was important only to be tidy.” — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“She revered solitude, but only because there was the possibility of breaking it. Of communing at last with another.” — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“It was only too bad that to gossip and support mean ideas was easier and more enjoyable, really, than to keep quiet and know… — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
“And that was the point of children, thought Caroline Meddey: to bind us to the earth and to the present, to distract us from… — Amanda Coplin Copy Share Image
