“As time went by, it mattered less and less that in 1969 a rocket went from Florida to the moon and men… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Time Copy Share Image
“Under a smoky streetlamp I stood face to face with my beloved and pricked my fingers against the diamond studs of her… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Face to face Copy Share Image
Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable. — Ann-Marie MacDonald Memories Copy Share Image
Piece by piece living is hard to do. It may even feel like the hardest thing. But it has this going for… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Carrying on Copy Share Image
I started my career as an actor, then morphed into a playwright who accidentally became a novelist with my first book 'Fall… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Accidentally Copy Share Image
“The MacKinnons were always new, always almost just like everyone else. Always next door to normal. It was like growing up in… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Next door Copy Share Image
“I love the buildings. They're called skyscrapers. They're the closest thing to an ocean here. But it's an ocean that goes straight… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Buildings Copy Share Image
“It's where she belongs, she craves the caress of the violent shore, to come alive like that once more in a clash… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“But I have discovered something about modest people. They're just waiting for the call. Then they are the first over the wall… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Humility Copy Share Image
“The moon may drive men mad but it can calm a savage girl, for it is cool, precise, it is lucid.” — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
