Quote by Christina Baker Kline

“Mr. Grote shows me how he grows wild rice in the stream and collects the seeds. The rice is nutty and brown. He plants…

— Christina Baker Kline

“I try to forget the horror of what happened. Or—perhaps forget is the wrong word. How can I forget? And yet how can I…

— Christina Baker Kline

“don’t know how much of my memory of this time is affected by my age now and how much is a result of the…

— Christina Baker Kline

“The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.”

— Christina Baker Kline

“Sometimes these spirits have been more real to me than people, more real than God. They fill silence with their weight, dense and warm,…

— Christina Baker Kline

“Every Easter she and her mother planted those crocuses near the fence beside the driveway, and soon enough a whole cluster of them, white…

— Christina Baker Kline

“Babies pay no attention to the clock.”

— Christina Baker Kline

“Mr. Kaminski pulled a chain hanging from the pressed-metal kitchen ceiling, and light seeped from a bulb, casting a wan glow over a scarred…

— Christina Baker Kline

“Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the…

— Christina Baker Kline

“for the first time since the fire, my worries are gone. I feel a joy so strong it’s almost painful—a knife’s edge of joy.”

— Christina Baker Kline

“What was it the teacher in her Legal Issues class said the other day? Never bring up a point you don’t have an answer…

— Christina Baker Kline

“Mrs. Scatcherd raps Dutchy's knuckles several times with a long wooden ruler, though it seems to me a halfhearted penalty. He barely winces, then…

— Christina Baker Kline