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..

He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking ….

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

But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would ch….

Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something t….

...bleak territory of the heart..

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell..

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood..

I think that the whole child welfare system has to be totally taken apart and built up again. Have an agency just specifically for those follow-up ca….

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 ….

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him..

They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning..

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

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community..

My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were so lonely. People rarely visited ….

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

He had never even glimpsed her..

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

The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel..

Short on money, long on hope.

There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news..