When we got around to books, I was finally set, as our minister would say, on solid ground. I gorged on books. I sneaked them at night. I rubbed their spines and sniffed in the musty smell of them in… — Lorene Cary Copy Share Image
When we got around to books, I was finally set, as our minister would say, on solid ground. I gorged on books. I sneaked… — Lorene Cary Copy Share Image
I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta. — Lorene Cary Copy Share Image
Black ice is the smoothest naturally occuring ice there is, as if nature were condescending to art. ... Black ice is an act of… — Lorene Cary Copy Share Image
But it's also true that my memory is a card shark, reshuffling the deck to hide what I fear to know, unable to keep… — Lorene Cary Copy Share Image
Why had I been so afraid? I had not loved enough. I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by… — Lorene Cary Copy Share Image
