“Well hello, Miss Josie!” Don Yates stepped stiffly out of the pickup, approaching me with a slightly bow-legged gait. He’d been tall once but had become stooped and shrunken in his later years. He’d been a bull-rider in his younger… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“You can't control who loves you...you can't let someone love you anymore than you can make someone love you” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“When the ancient Romans would conquer a new place or a new people, they would leave the language and the customs in tact –… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Maybe it was just Mr. Wilson's obvious love of the subject he taught. Maybe it was simply his cool accent and his youth. The… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird, pushed out of the nest, unwanted.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Do you think about how I look when you kiss me?" "Yes." His voice was raspy. "I think about your long red hair and… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me? Does he make the legs that cannot walk and eyes that… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
But maybe you see beauty in me because you are beautiful, not because I am. — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“I keep wishing you had had a better life...a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue." He looked… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“You can’t find the end of infinity. There is no end. So if you can’t tack space onto the end of infinity, you have… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“News flash, Fern Taylor! Everything has changed! You are beautiful, I am hideous, you don’t need me anymore, but I sure as hell need… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
