“She'd loved birds long before her physical limitations kept her grounded. She'd found a birding diary of her grandmother's in a trunk in the attic when she was Frankie's age, and when she asked her father about it, he dug… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I know you the way I know my own heart, the way I feel my own pulse. I know what your laugh will be, how you wave good-bye, the crescent of thumbnail you worry between your teeth. I have known you from the second you entered this world, and if I were to leave it now, I would know you… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“You don’t know what it’s like to worry you’ll start to despise the people who help you, the ones you should love, because they’re… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Why do I seem to have this effect on women? They're around me and they cry.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I always felt like half of my life was hers, but I wonder if she didn’t feel that half my disease was hers, too.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to the perching birds, the order Passeriformes. Nearly half the birds in the world didn't sing, but they still used sound to communicate- calls as opposed to song. Most birds had between five and fifteen distinct calls in their… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Before too much longer I’ll forget her minute imperfections. That’s what you end up missing the most, those little faults. They burrow under your… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“He is a principled man, and compassionate, someone who will remind himself of your best qualities while struggling to forgive your worst. In short,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“You can trust him to do what he says, a trait which becomes increasingly rare.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“People grieve in their own ways. If you’d for once stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and let yourself get close to someone,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I’ve found I still serve a purpose. I remind people to pray, to calculate the odds, to thank the fates, the gods, good karma,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“She knew she was delaying the inevitable- trying to locate Agnete's address- but decided to make a list of things to buy first, looking for shops close to the hotel and purposefully ignoring her uncertain finances. She dunked a sopaipilla in her coffee and brushed powdered sugar from her lips, the plate of chile-flecked fried polenta, chorizo, and eggs already… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
“Alice haunted the mossy edge of the woods, lingering in patches of shade. She was waiting to hear his Austin-Healey throttle back when he careened down the utility road separating the state park from the cabins rimming the lake, but only the whistled conversation of buntings echoed in the branches above. The vibrant blue males darted deeper into the trees… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share
