“...certain smells were the custodians of memory. And once they were unleashed, their effect was instantaneous, like switching on a light –… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“The world is defined by smells – not words or shapes or sounds.” — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“Mass was like grand opera, a magic show with the most expensive props in town. And faith, a sleight of hand trick, in which… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“To me, chance isn't random. The universe is bound by unseen threads. We have only to untangle them a little to see a pattern… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“I want to go to a café and sit with you. I want you to order something I've never eaten before and tease me… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
My husband claims I have an unhealthy obsession with secondhand bookshops. That I spend too much time daydreaming altogether. But either you intrinsically understand… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“I'm going to tell you something that no magazine or novel or television show will ever let on. Love wears you down. We think… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“I’d like to live in great comfort. And peace.’ And then she added, quite to her surprise, ‘With no one to tell me what… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“I believe it’s a privilege, madam. One that’s earned through a certain amount of courage and adversity.” — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“Paulette shook her head and sighed. In her world Grace had failed to meet the responsibility of her own beauty. This was not just… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“He was uncannily skilled at dissecting hidden meaning behind every interaction.” — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“Likewise, while the men and women were no more naturally attractive than their English counterparts, they dressed with an assurance and attention to detail… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
“Around her the tables were filling with people, tourists planning their next stop over a coffee, businessmen meeting for luncheon, well-heeled women taking a… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
