In this life, nobody has forever in which to leave home, to return, to make a new home, or to open the door to someone. Death doesn't wait while we tidy everything up. And there are several kinds of dying. — Jean Little Copy Share Image
The only food he has ever stolen has been down on a coffee table. He claims that he genuinely believed it to be a… — Jean Little Copy Share Image
In this life, nobody has forever in which to leave home, to return, to make a new home, or to open the door to… — Jean Little Copy Share Image
you pay a price for the 'gift' of an active imagination. While mine played a major part in making me a writer, it also… — Jean Little Copy Share Image
Your only responsibility as a writer is to be true to the story that has chosen you as its writer. — Jean Little Copy Share Image
While he has not, in my hearing, spoken the English language, he makes it perfectly plain that he understands it. And he uses his… — Jean Little Copy Share Image
“Least said, soonest mended," Toby quipped, quoting a saying Jess often used.” — Jean Little Copy Share Image
