Quote by Kate Atkinson

“She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth.”

— Roman Payne

“Sylvie's children really only came into focus for her when in isolation. Together, they were an unwieldy flock, singly they had character.”

— Kate Atkinson

“It was a dark and clouded night, but the tracks led to the lake like a broad path. Sylvie walked in front of me.…

— Marilynne Robinson

“I looked up through a scatter of fluttering leaves silhouetted against the rosy autumn sunset.”

— Ben Carson

“Evening was her special time of day. She gave the world three syllables and indeed I think she liked it so well for its…

— Marilynne Robinson

“In her blue dress, she's just a bit of that sky, just a blank bit fallen into the meadow.”

— Mary Szybist

“She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing about in…

— Frances Hardinge

“And so, they sat next to a birch tree, watching the butterflies spin around them. Linetta leaned back, her dark hair falling against the…

— Gina Marinello-Sweeney

“The summer night was settling upon the neighborhood like a dark lace veil, casting dappled shadows on the roofs and sidewalks and lawns.”

— Victoria Kahler

“Instead of finding her in the shadows, this visit would anchor something between them in rising daylight.”

— Anne Mallory

“I have always thought of the moths and butterflies as a bonus to the flowers, as though Nature were admiring her own work.”

— Roger Deakin

“She could hear wisps of fog brushing against the buildings like wet velvet.”

— Christopher Moore