[P]eople think that in order for something to be frightening, it has to be dark, musty, and full of cobwebs and secrets. That's a lie of epic proportion. The scariest, most unexplainable things happen in the bright light of day. And just when you lea...
There's a great deal of power in pretending.
Too much work, I guess, to figure out each person as a whole instead of parts of this and parts of that.
I'm like the moon," he started, "the hidden side of the moon. Not seen because it don't want to be seen. Everyone knows ther's is shadow there, but no one looks. It's like that with me, Byrd. I'm part illuminated, part in shadow-and that part that sh...
Pain is like a map, I guess. But I found my shortcut on my "map of the heart." Shortcuts always take longer, don't they?
I'd forgotten so many important things. I'd stolen away my own past. It made me feel like a coward.
The kitchen of the Big House was always one of my favorite places. Airy and sunny. No modern cabinets or anything like that. Just a room full of windows, set into wise, worn walls.
The kitchen door, painted red from the day Naomi moved in, and a geranium, also red, outside on the stoop, gave the whole area a feeling of whimsy.
