"Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces."
- Angela Elwell Hunt
"Life is not being sure what will come next or how it will come. We guess at everything we do. We take leap after leap in the dark and that's the joy of living and the beauty of faith. When we grow tir..."
"Our town was known for two things--no, three: salted fish, expertly dyed fabrics, and corruption."
"Briefer is better, so learn to write tight"