“The difference between baptism and drowning is a few faithless breaths.” — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“As though their daughters loving men and women meant they wanted all of them in the world. There was no way to tell their… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“This is was what their mothers would say if she and her cousins ever told them the things they folded inside their hearts. Twice… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“Twice as many paths to trouble,' their mothers would whisper. As though their daughters loving men and women meant they wanted all of them… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“Her feeling that the moon had slipped from her grasp seemed locked in a place so far inside her that to reach it would… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“No,' she whispered over those fields. 'No, you can't have this part of me.' If they tried to take Sam, she'd do anything she… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“It shouldn't have mattered, not when Miel and the other girls in his class wore jeans more than they wore skirts. Not when they… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“Her mother did not guess that water could be more dangerous when there was less of it.” — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“The fact that Aracely might understand what he could not say, it seeded in him a want, new and raw, like not knowing he… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“They’d spent enough time together that their bodies had pulled on each other, and they now bled at the same time, when the moon… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“Even in its first faint traces, love could alter a landscape. It wrote unimagined stories and made the most beautiful, forbidding places.” — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“He’s not stupid,” she said. “He just speak a language none of you bothered to learn.” — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“Look," Aracely said. "I know what you're going through." "No you don't." Sam sat up. "I still have to live like this. Nothing is… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
“The truth slid over her skin, that if she loved him, sometimes it would mean doing nothing. It would mean being still. It would… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share
