When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the people around me are snoring. I don't understand how they can close their eyes when there… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words. — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
Then I place the blade next to the skine on my palm. A tingle arced across my scalp. The flood tipped up at me… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
“Each year, nearly 12,000 Nepali girls are sold by their families, intentionally o r unwittingly, into a life of sexual slavery in the brothels… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
“People who aren't asleep when Ruby comes around have to take sleeping pills. Everyone is afraid of those pills- even the substance- abuse guests.” — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
I imagine you working on me as an algebra problem, reducing me to fractions, crossing out common denominators, until there's nothing left on the… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
“Trying to remember, I have learned , is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
The power of storytelling is to free us from isolation, shame, and whatever the situation. — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
