I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
... time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised ... — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
For it is said, you know, that a letter will always seek a reader; that sooner or later, like it or not,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It didn't occur to him that she might have chosen to remain this way. That where he saw reserve and loneliness, Cassandra… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Sometimes, Edie, a person's feelings aren't rational. At least, they don't seem that way on the surface. You have to dig a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
No two people will ever see or feel things in the same way, Merry. The challenge is to be truthful when you… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape the rigid… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“... and I thought -not for the first time- what a true and simple pleasure it was, to be inside and sated when the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden house on… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
