“I want to kiss you," I say, "but I seem to be holding this cat." Skunk lifts his hand and touches it to the side of my face. His fingers are warm from carrying the hot skillet to the table.… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share
“The wired feeling that started when I left my house has grown into a thrumming, crackling, electrical field. I want to kiss Lukas. I… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“If you ever get that free, you need to reel yourself in, because the edges of the world are as sharp as glass, and… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“I think about all the money that’s gone into my piano lessons, and the days and weeks and hours. I have to get this… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Everyone does something to be okay, Skunk. That’s how the world is. At least the only things you need to muffle to survive are… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“My head whips back from the impact and my ribs twang like a dropped guitar. The sky spins above me like a penny. My… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Maybe we all need ships to hold our dreams, to be bigger and steadier than we ever could be, and to guard the mistery… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“It's amazing how quickly the things you thought would make you happy seem small once you stumble on something true.” — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Did you see that guy in the back, from the radio station?’ His smile is a jar full of fireflies. ‘Crazy Girl,’ he says.… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“There's a reason people get drunk after funerals, and I suddenly know what it is: the flip side of sadness is a dark, devouring… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“On the water, I can see Sukey’s ships, dark cities of their own. They are objects I will never touch, places I will never… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Whatever it is, it can’t possibly be as important as the Italian Concerto. Now let’s get to work.” We work for three and a… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
