Quotes from Nancy Garden

It's raining, Annie.

The first day, I stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter watching Annie feed the cats, and I knew I wanted to be able to do that forever: stand in kitchens watching Annie feed cats. Our kitchens. Our cats.

And Annie showed me how ailanthus trees grow under subway and sewer gratings, stretching toward the sun, making shelter in the summer, she said, laughing, for the small dragons that live under the streets.

Ugh! Young girls, they should laugh. Life's bad enough when you're grown, you might as well laugh when you're young.

Liza-don't let it make any difference. It won't, will it? With us, I mean." "Of course it won't," I told her. But I was wrong. Six months of not writing-that's a difference. And so I lied to Annie. On top of everything else, I lied to Annie, too.

And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?

I don't want to pretend any more. You make me—want to be real.

I am happy, I tried to tell him with my eyes. I'm happy with Annie; she and my work are all I'll ever need; she's happy, too-we both were till this happened...

I read somewhere the other day that love is good as long as it's honest and unselfish and hurts no one.

We were what seemed important then, not some label.

Too much beauty can be hard to bear.

I think one reason why we didn't move away from each other was because if we had, that would have been an acknowledgment that we were touching in the first place.

And that's like my world." Annie pointed up to the stars again. "Inaccessible." "Not," I said to her softly, "to unicorns. Nothing's inaccessible to unicorns. Not even--not even white birds.

Don't let ignorance win', said Ms. Stevenson. 'Let love.

there we were sitting moodily on a cold bench saying "I'm sorry" to each other for things we couldn't help.

And that's like my world." Annie pointed up to the stars again."Inaccecible.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins? I think it was Sunday when that feeling began.

It felt a little as if we'd found a script that had been written just for us, and we were reading through the beginning quickly [...] hurrying so we could get to the part that mattered, whatever that was to be.

She's a social worker, Karen," Mac said when I told the group. "She must know something about homosexuality.