I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything. — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
“It almost rained Saturday.The clouds hung low over the farm.The air felt thick.It smelled like rain. In town,the sidewalks got damp, that was all.” — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
“I have a hunger, for more than food. I have a hunger bigger than Joyce City. I want tongues to tie, and eyes to… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
“Anyway, this time I caught her in the slow stirring of biscuits, her mind on other things, but anyhow, she was distracted enough, I… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything. — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
As long as you live, it is never too late to make amends. Take my advice, child. Don't waste your precious life with regrets… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
“Daddy named me Billie Jo. He wanted a boy. Instead, he got a long legged girl with a wide mouth with cheekbones like bicycle… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
“We might not belong to anyone else in this whole world. But us Faulstiches,we belong to each other.” — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
The work of one author or artist may stimulate another author or artist to push the edge, to take the risk, to go where… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
“Apples Ma's apple blossoms have turned to hard green balls. To eat them now, so tart, would turn my mouth inside out, would make… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
I have earned wages as a waitress, a nanny, a librarian, a personnel officer, an agricultural laborer, an advertising secretary, a typesetter, a proofreader,… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
My father and I, we can't soothe each other. I'm too young, he's too old, and we don't know how to talk anymore if… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
When Ma died, I didn't know how to go on, either. I don't know how. I don't feel the same know, not exactly. Now… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
