“He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.” — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
I wasn't going to let things happen to me any more. I was going to make them happen. — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.” — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.” — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I couldn't tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was looking right inside her to where her memories were. She smiled, and I wondered if she knew what I'd seen or if she could see… — Glenda Millard Copy Share
“... and all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I looked at her moonskin face her pansy eyes and her cobweb hair and I knew I would go on giving her one last… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part. — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“It's like waking up and finding there's a war on. Nothing's the way it used to be and it's difficult to get your balance.… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
