“I probably coughed self-pityingly in response, little aware that I was about to cross a tremendous threshold beyond which there would be… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“...time is the master of perspective. A dispassionate master, breathtakingly efficient.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It's the past. Thoughts and dreams, hopes and hurts, all brewed together, fermenting slowly in the fusty air, unable ever to dissipate… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Love affairs, in their beginnings, are all about the present. But there is a point in each--an event, an exchange, some other… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
While I wasn't certain how I felt about spiritualists, I was certain enough about the type of people who were drawn to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Full of life and light; blissfully unaware of all the future had in store.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“He would love her with a passion that both frightened and revived him, a desperation that made a mockery of his neat… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“They were young; time hadn't yet rubbed at them, polishing their differences and sharpening their opinions...” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“There were moments in which a person reached a crossroads, when something happened, out of the blue, to change the course of… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape the rigid… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“... and I thought -not for the first time- what a true and simple pleasure it was, to be inside and sated when the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden house on… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
