“Grief is a killer, isn't it?" he said. "Brings you right up to the truth.” — Nicole Mones Copy Share Image
“Everything except the freedom to be what she wanted to be - whatever that was. She had to break away. Whether he liked it… — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“Everything looks different. The houses are all these wild colors. The light is strange. It smells primeval. You're on Mars." "You are talking about… — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“She pictured herself in a world without him, a world where she had only her own heart and mind to follow. A world open… — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“full of rage at a world which seemed all wrong to her and dreaming about someplace where she would belong, really belong.” — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“Did you really love her? Did you really enter her heart and mind? Or did the two of you always remain outside each other?” — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“Did you ever want something so deeply you were scared to let yourself have it? Like a desire so great you know you will… — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“He looked at her. There was something about her. When he was with her he felt happy, excited; when he was apart from her… — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“She shrugged, knowing all too well how easy it was to long for a different life, how hard it was to find one's way… — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“She, too, could become someone else. Eventually. Or she'd told herself all these years.” — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“I don't hope," he answered, eyes on her. "I never hope. I just live in gratitude for what comes.” — Nicole Mones Copy Share
“He had heard it sure enough, wailing underground in clubs and speakeasies, all through Prohibition, hot, polyphonic, toe-tapping, full of syncopated rhythms and bent,… — Nicole Mones Copy Share
