He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers..

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place..

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?.

All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to….

A moment might be a thousand different things..

It's good to be in love..

The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losin….

A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion..

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch..

This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for gran….

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence..

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience..

He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It ….

...bleak territory of the heart..

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two..

He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided ….

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon..

Though Lexington is not a small town, it sometimes feels like one, with circles of acquaintance overlapping once, then again; the person you meet by ….

He had never even glimpsed her..

Writing is always a process of discovery—I never know the end, or even the events on the next page, until they happen. There’s a constant interplay b….

Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect..