When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us In the… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“I was halfway between my home and the cookhouse when a mist of cloud began to creep across the early-risen moon. It darkened the… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“How thin the air felt at the forest's edge, how ghostly the trees that guarded their realm… The whole world seemed as delicate as… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“Me: Now I understand why a guy can give up his freedom and shackle himself to one girl and spend the rest of his… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
...the girl longed for a love that could not be ended by death. From the time she was young, she knew that her true… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
I have observed that you treat a man as an old garment to be taken apart and stitched again. Perhaps you could think of… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“There are some who come willingly," I said, as if I had not heard him, "not out of love, but out of sickness and… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“The girl knew that quarrels would come because their lives were intertwined - how passionately one defends a heart that is vulnerable.” — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“She knew she had never been truly alive until she met him, and never so happy and content with her lot until she was… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“There is no hell...Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.” — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
Living to an extraordinary age, she mourned them all equally as she buried her husband and, one by one, her children. In this suffering… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“There was no breath in him, no flush of blood, no taint of sweat or tears. Next to him, I felt the grossness of… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
