“Nothing happens here except the past in slow motion. We’re starting to go backwards, you and I.” — Abby Slovin Slow motion Copy Share Image
“She let go and yet for the first time did not feel she was giving up.” — Abby Slovin First time Copy Share Image
“Speed did not feel exhilarating or thrilling anymore. It only felt like a rapid approach toward something distant that she couldn’t make… — Abby Slovin Adventure Copy Share Image
“This was what Parker had learned early on about disappointment; its sting lasts only in the beginning, only until the body goes… — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
“By midday, temperatures had not reached their typical highs for late spring, and passersby seemed to struggle with the desire to dress… — Abby Slovin Summer Copy Share Image
“Parker soon became familiar with the one certainty of sorrow, that ultimately loneliness trumps logic.” — Abby Slovin Grief Copy Share Image
“Eventually, as her grandmother’s sobs softened, she pulled her away and – looking deeply into the clouds of her grey eyes –… — Abby Slovin Grey eyes Copy Share Image
“Parker, I'm old," She said matter-of-factly. "I get away with these things." She continued to wave and smile wildly. "People treat me… — Abby Slovin Funny Copy Share Image
“She did not know why the heat felt so heavy in that house, why all of a sudden it felt so much… — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
“Even with the windows up she could smell the thick, spiky aroma of cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower… — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
“Parker let the letter drop to the floor, an act she often criticized in movies for its melodrama.” — Abby Slovin Movie Copy Share Image
“It’s a leap of faith to think that being anonymous will change anything.” — Abby Slovin Faith Copy Share Image
“She looked out the window at the soggy sidewalks on Saint Marks Place, as a late snowfall began to melt in the… — Abby Slovin Early spring Copy Share Image
“A thin yellow curtain hung in front of the corner window as boney tree limbs tapped on the glass like an unwelcome… — Abby Slovin Trees Copy Share Image
“The apartment was merely a collection of looted, hollowed out shades of paint.” — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
“Finally, a bold announcement across the screen declared The End. ... She resent it, The End. She resented the silence that followed… — Abby Slovin Silence Copy Share Image
“Parker sat on the opposite end of the couch, distracted by thoughts of the coming year and all the secrets it kept… — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
“Winter's my favorite...The best parts are the coats and sweaters. Hugging all the warmth back in.” — Abby Slovin Winter Copy Share Image
“In the distance, they could see the headlights from cars crossing the bridges like fireflies swarming the streets toward home.” — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
“Sometimes walls go up between friends and you can’t see the other side. And sometimes they come down. That’s just the way… — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
