I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
After a snowstorm is the best time to be in the woods, because all the empty beer and soda cans and candy… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
That's what being shy feels like. Like my skin is too thin, the light too bright. Like the best place I could… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
You could try to believe what you wanted, but it never worked. Your brain and your heart decided what you were going… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
Watching people is a good hobby, but you have to be careful about it. You can’t let people catch you staring at… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
I thought of all the different kinds of love in the world. I could think of ten without even trying. The way… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“There was something so electric about it. So dangerous. Those little touches were everything. I lived fro them. You can build a whole world… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then,… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Opening a present from a live person was scary enough. There was always the chance that the gift might be so wrong, so completely… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I wasn't interested in drinking beer or vodka or smoking cigarettes or doing all the other things Greta thinks I can't even imagine. I… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Things you'd never even seen with Finn could remind you of him, because he was the one person you'd want to show. "Look at… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Because maybe I don't want to leave the planet invisible. Maybe I need at least one person to remember something about me.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“But maybe I am. Maybe that’s exactly what I am. Maybe all I wanted was for Toby to hear the wolves that lived in… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I didn’t want to care, but somehow, like always, I did. She was wired into my heart. Twisted and kinked and threaded right through.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“What kind of party?” “The good kind.” “Yeah, right.” Greta knows that for me there are no good parties. I’m okay with one or… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
