I had always found comfort in the leaves, in their silence. They were like a parchment that holds words of wisdom. Simply holding them in my hand gave me some of the peace a tree possesses. To be like that-to… — 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 was feeling my worst, I would step out into the yard and put my hands on the branches of the little redbud. It made me feel like I was saying a prayer, to do this. I… — Silas House Copy Share
“He liked the splash of the river and the night things that gathered there: katydids and crickets, frogs and cicadas. At night the smell of the river overtook his house. It smelled of everything it had passed on its way to him. It smelled of homes with families in them; of girls that sat in stiff chairs, painting their toenails… — Silas House Copy Share
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
