“I hesitated, having never considered that Katrina might be subject to the same whims of nature as other mortals. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry." And I meant it. Why do bad things happen to good people? There are… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Sometime before sleep it occurred to me that the true nature of being without might mean never knowing what one lacked.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“You are necessary to that end, and to me...you are all I have of the garden. You are the image of me and of… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
God has a story to tell about you. A major part of it is you telling yours. — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“I have always contended that girls are the sturdier of the genders and wondered in secret if the One that Is might not best… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Go away. Go live out your gnat's existence." "But we're not done!" Her eyes lolled back to me. "Yes, we are." "But--I don't know how it ends!" And now I remembered something else. "Or what it has to do with me - you said this story was ultimately about me. What does this have to do with me?" "What does… — Tosca Lee Copy Share
“Suffice it to say, we were horrified by the entire concept of dying, even if we weren't the ones with the death sentence.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts that seem to survive a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“So as I said, the world was mutating," she said, prick, prick, pricking at the cloth, looking up at me once to make sure, I assume, I was listening. "From the earth sprung hateful and ugly things that flourished amid all that was lush and good. There would be no more accord among the animals now; they would follow a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share
“Trust me, at the time nine hundred years seemed frighteningly short - it still does. I really don't know how you cope with your… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
And I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of all organs, that a lifetime of joy and pain might… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. "He sat back, called it good, and rested." I waited. She waited. I raised my brows. "And?" Her mouth curved into a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
