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“I sat at her desk and turned one page after another, staring at what looked like bits and pieces of black lace laid cross…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“She was all-out, delighted enthusiasm, like a stupid, bubbling stream, and the guy would just cup that in his hands for the hell of…

— Laura Florand

“Like the perfect collision of oils on a canvas. She was a walking piece of art. Words and all.”

— Candace Knoebel

“Every time she meets him, she feels like he was a new paper ready to be drawn. And she could clearly remember how the…

— Basma Salem

“She reread what she’d written and felt her face flush. “This isn’t what it looks like,”

— Marina Adair

“Whenever he was around, she'd get this look on her face, this kind of radiance. She was a beer poured too fast, her golden…

— Elizabeth Brundage

“She saw, yet again, that her friend's compliments were just bits of art and artifice. They were paper swans, cunningly folded so that they…

— Marie Rutkoski

“She looked at the last thing she had written and she felt calm. Then she crossed the words out vehemently, scribbling until even the…

— Helen Oyeyemi

“And then there were her eyes. Two grey gimlets. They had a gaze that could strip wallpaper. They made you think that she could…

— Tony Rattigan

“There it was, all round them. It partook, she felt, carefully helping Mr. Bankes to a specially tender piece, of eternity.”

— Virginia Woolf

“He closed his eyes and saw her again. A stack of freckled heart shapes, a perfectly made Dairy Queen ice cream cone. Like Betty…

— Rainbow Rowell

“She wasn't talking, though; she hung back, her eyes on the books all around her. I saw her face then, and I recognized something…

— Maggie Stiefvater