She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page. — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once, you know what the pull… — Jane Hamilton Blood flow Copy Share Image
“I used to think that love was simple and noticeable, like rain falling, so that just as you’d look at your skin… — Jane Hamilton Love Copy Share Image
The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its… — Jane Hamilton Apples Copy Share Image
I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know if the forgiveness itself was light, glittery stuff that showered down and absolved a person and set them free,… — Jane Hamilton Burden Copy Share Image
...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of… — Jane Hamilton Bereavement Copy Share Image
