“Scott stared at her mouth, just stared like he was hypnotized, paralyzed, like that crimson O was the answer to all of life’s problems, or maybe just his prayers. I kicked his shin to break the spell, which worked; he… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share Image
If only people could travel as easily as words. Wouldn't that be something? If only we could be so easily revised. — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
There's nothing like losing yourself in someone else's troubles to make you forget your own. — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
... while I bathed, while I tried but failed to sleep, I considered how I might become more like the women I respected and… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
“what wouldn’t you give to go back to the beginning, to be those people again, the future so fresh and promising that it seems… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
“Won’t we be quite the pair?—you with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile.” — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
“...-no, I was a strange new Zelda Sayre released from all constrictions, drunk with the timeless rhythms of sea and sun and passion, more… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
“This was Scott. This is Scott, always looking back to try to figure out how to go forward, where happiness and prosperity must surely… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
“Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness. —F. Scott Fitzgerald” — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
“Nothing except luck protects you from catastrophe. Not love. Not money. Not faith. Not a pure heart or good deeds—and not bad ones either,… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
“In my experience, there were two kinds of men. One type—no matter how plain or how poor he might be—is always willing to at… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
A man deserves credit when he accomplishes something of importance. Something that provides for the betterment of his life and his family's life and,… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
If the river has a soul, it's a peaceful one. If it has a lesson to impart, that lesson is patience. There will be… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share
