A beautifully written tale that lives somewhere between landscape and memory, where regret becomes a prison, and a story told often enough becomes truth. — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
“Nevertheless . . was a word, certainly, but much more than a word, it was a concept. "Nevertheless" was what you said when you were not going to budge, whether expressing an opinion or an intention. It was a statement, not a question, and the only word in the English language to which it was pointless to respond. If you… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share
“I realize the selfishness of children. We love them, and we revolve around their universe, but they don't revolve around ours.” — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
I'll pit my God against your god any day, I say to the Calvinists. It's not their god I'm praying to… The God I'm… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
The Language of Sand has something for everyone: myths, mystery, community, humor, grief, and ultimately healing. I found myself not only rooting for Abigail… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
There is lace in every living thing: the bare branches of winter, the patterns of clouds, the surface of water as it ripples in… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
“If you had done your calculations properly, there would be a moment when you found that the star you were looking for was exactly where it should be on the horizon. In that instant the universe made sense, and you knew no matter what else happened in the world, the stars would always tell you where you were, and when… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share
Sometimes, when you look back, you can point to a time when your world shifts and heads in another direction. In lace reading this… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
“The song of the banshee varies with the listener. The dying hear the music of the spheres. Those left behind hear something else entirely.” — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
There is no wrong answer. Even so, it is easy to receive wrong results, simply by asking the wrong question. — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
“The same way they celebrate the witches, who never existed at all in the days of the witch trials but who thrive here in… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
“My name is Towner Whitney. No, that's not exactly true. My real first name is Sophya. Never believe me. I lie all the time.… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
