“He told you not to cry, but tears keep leaking out of your eyes. And you're glad, because those tears belong to you. They're yours. Your tears. He can't have them. He can't touch them. They're all yours. (182)” — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
“Once, in grade school, our class was taken on an overnight excursion to a campground. The air was warm: we had a campfire and… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
“The dark girl's gaze lights on me again, and something passes over her face, something I've seen before. Her face is speaking: you can't… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
That adolescent me, the girl who was, as I remember her, insecure, unsure, dreaming, yearning, longing, that girl who was hard on herself, who… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
“He told you not to cry, but tears keep leaking out of your eyes. And you're glad, because those tears belong to you. They're… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
All the inane, meaningless noises people make that pass for intelligent conversation. They might as well be pigs grunting in the pen. (92) — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible...something real you could grab and hold on… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
A piece of writing takes exactly as long as it needs to be done right. — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
“That's all we writers have, anyway; our minds and imaginations. To allow censors even the tiniest space in there with us can only lead… — Norma Fox Mazer Copy Share Image
