Quotes from Zibby Oneal

And at night, leaning against the frame of her window, Kate said the word aloud to herself for the pure pleasure of saying it, listening to the lovely, liquid opening of the vowel, and the v that close and contained it.

Thinking these things made space and time around her, the way saying 'only June' had when she was a child hoarding summer.

Painting has to do with knocking yourself out day after day trying to get what you want to down on canvas. Maybe it works and maybe it doesn't, but every day you try. That's what painting is.

Pushing through the stalks of Queen Anne's lace that grew almost to his waist, skirting the border of her mother's flower bed, he looked so beautiful to Kate that she caught her breath.