Quote by Kelly J. Ford Download Open image ““Where she was headed, the cast iron skillet had been seasoned before she was born. Her”” — Kelly J. Ford ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“A lifetime had to be crafted, just like anything else, she thought, it had to be moulded and beaten and burnished in order to… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“had been happy to play the part of a Brontë heroine if it meant she wouldn’t have to learn how to cook.” — Donald E. Westlake Copy Share Image
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“All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing. It so easily went out of control. It scaled walls and jumped over trenches. Sparks leapt like fleas and spread as rapidly; a breeze could carry embers for miles. Better to control that spark and pass it carefully from one generation to the next, like an… — Celeste Ng Copy Share
“Then an ache no bigger than a marble pulsed inside Emily, an ache born in the woods across the creek. An ache that beat… — Kelly J. Ford Copy Share Image
“Watching her walk away, Emily felt as dirty as if she’d been watching porn. The craving came on like a fever, as if a… — Kelly J. Ford Copy Share Image
