“Look now. Look at what you value, what you hold dear. Objects, first. And not necessarily because of their innate value (although that might figure into it), but because they are endowed - by your mind and imagination, by your… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“He was shorter than an average eight-year-old boy but exceptionally tall for a tulip.” — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasn't alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“The broken are not always gathered together,of course, and not all mysteries of the flesh are solved. We speak of "senseless tragedies" but really:… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
If God exists, He is there, in the small, cast-off pieces, rough and random and no two alike. — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“She soon learned, though, that giving weight to other people's opinions was creative nihilism; it was like being banished from the Land of No… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“But in dying so suddenly her mother had become a riddle at the gate instead of the road you walked to get there.” — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“Love? It's when you don't give a thought to all the ifs and want-to's in the world. It's when if all the fires of… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
Sometimes a person can say I'm sorry a thousand times and that glue will never dry. — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“Look now. Look at what you value, what you hold dear. Objects, first. And not necessarily because of their innate value (although that might… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“extras, in case you want to send some.” “Irma,” M.J. said. “Who am I going to write a postcard to? You’re the” — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“Less is less. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You think I'm sitting here gloating. Telling myself that my suffering beats yours? Hurt is hurt. You don't… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
