Maybe all the secrets of life were written on the surface of leaves, waiting to be translated. If I touched them long enough, I might be given some information no one else had. — Silas House Copy Share Image
Whole scenes of your life slip away forever if you don't put them down in ink. — Silas House Copy Share Image
“Every morning I was renewed, though. Air and light healed me, over and over. I got to where I depended on it. When I… — Silas House Copy Share Image
“He liked the splash of the river and the night things that gathered there: katydids and crickets, frogs and cicadas. At night the smell… — Silas House Copy Share Image
In New York, the buildings are like mountains in some ways, but they are only alive because of the people living in them. Real… — Silas House Copy Share Image
“When Clay was little, newscasters boasted that the War on Poverty was being waged in those very mountains, but if the government had fought… — Silas House Copy Share Image
But you cannot know a place without loving it and hating it and feeling everything in between. You cannot understand a complex people by… — Silas House Copy Share Image
I always tell my writing students that every good piece of writing begins with both a mystery and a love story. And that every… — Silas House Copy Share Image
Since that night I have come to understand that sometimes the best families of all are those we create ourselves, the people we choose… — Silas House Copy Share Image
“I appricated that Nell was talking to me like a grown-up, but I had no idea what she meant. Still, I could see that… — Silas House Copy Share Image
