Quote by Jim Harrison

“...she sometimes felt so alone she worried she might vanish like the ink in an overused book. But here, with wildlife all around her…

— Emma Törzs

“when what she needed was something concrete, some small final memory to slip its hand in hers and accompany her—sightless now, stumbling—through this sudden…

— Donna Tartt

“She was living in bad sociery; and, imaginary though it was, its influence affected her, for she was feeding heart and fancy on dangerous…

— Louisa May Alcott

“What she was doing, what she had just done, was for her not about frivolity, it was about the essential, about being human, living…

— Mohsin Hamid

“She hears the word bell, or orchard, or swallow, and she experiences a strange surprise, like the feel of a coin in the soil.…

— Sarah Shun-lien Bynum

“Not for her the cruel, delicate luxury of choice, the indolent, cat-and-mouse pastimes of the hearth-rug. No Penelope she; she must hunt in the…

— Evelyn Waugh

“It was the small things she took pleasure in. The faint hum of a huge furry bumble bee busily flitting from one flower to…

— Kathryn Hughes

“I was hers in ways that those with loyalties of convenience cannot fathom. I loved her beyond words and clothes, and yes beyond even…

— Sonja Livingston

“It gave her a creeping sense of impending aloneness, like she was some orphaned animal raised by do-gooders, soon to be released into the…

— Laini Taylor

“Up from behind a sand dune close beside her rose the form of her enemy Bitterness. He did not come any nearer, having learned…

— Hannah Hurnard

“Her soul made her honest. Her soul made her kind. It made her swerve for pedestrian ants when she rode her bicycle through the…

— Sophia Elaine Hanson

“And yet in her eyes there was something unreadable, something that did not want to be read, the determined blankness that in predator animals…

— Michael Chabon