“My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I don't tell him I couldn't have gorged if I'd tried, my stomach stuffed full of butterflies and grown-up worries.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“My stomach squirms like worms (in a good way) just thinking about him. And I reckon when love's in short supply, you know it… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“We make attachments to what's familiar. We find the beauty, even in the lack. That's human. We make the best of what we're given.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I answer her with my silence, understanding the full power of it for the first time. Words are weapons. Weapons are powerful. So are… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I hate her with the fury of gasoline set on fire. I burn for Jenessa, who deserves better than this, better than some screwed-up,… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“In a sea of trees turned into a sea of total strangers, familiar means everything.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“He had spoken in a whisper and she answered in one – though perhaps not how he had expected. “Do you not find it… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
