Now Livie's gone west, out of the dust, on her way to California, where the wind takes a rest sometimes. And I'm wondering what kind of friend I am, …

- Karen Hesse

My father and I, we can't soothe each other. I'm too young, he's too old, and we don't know how to talk anymore if we ever did

- Karen Hesse

When Ma died, I didn't know how to go on, either. I don't know how. I don't feel the same know, not exactly. Now that I see that one day comes after …

- Karen Hesse

Sometimes, a flame can be utterly extinguished. Sometimes, a flame can shrink and waver, but sometimes a flame refuses to go out. It flares up from t…

- Karen Hesse

I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of…

- Karen Hesse

I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.

- Karen Hesse

And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust. And what I am is good enough.…

- Karen Hesse

As long as you live, it is never too late to make amends. Take my advice, child. Don't waste your precious life with regrets and sorrow. Find a way t…

- Karen Hesse

the way i see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust. hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams…

- Karen Hesse