Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Though Lexington is not a small town, it sometimes feels like one, with circles of acquaintance overlapping once, then again; the person… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
You don't know when you are immersed in a book what the reaction to it will be, but I feel great about… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
I love 'Memory Keeper's Daughter,' but in some ways I think 'The Lake of Dreams' is a stronger book. I was able… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
You don't want to engage in road rage when the person in the next car might be your child's future teacher or… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
In writing, I want to be remembered for telling good stories in beautiful and powerful language, using the poetry of words to reflect the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Distance in a straight line has no mystery. The mystery is in the sphere. —Thomas Mann, Joseph and His Brothers” — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Anything can happen. But what goes wrong isn’t your fault. You can’t spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
