Quotes from Elizabeth Mckenzie

The bed of a tortured soul is always in shambles by morning.

All right. This might sound like a dumb question, but—what stage of life are you in? Are you young, middle-aged? I know you're not old." She checked him out, standing at the back of the cage, spinning an acorn. He was inarguably solid. She said, "I know already. You're in your prime." • • • PRIMES CAME in all sizes, and despite popular belief, could come around and around, like trees through the seasons.

She had an internal clock set to her mother's hunger for news, but sometimes it felt good to ignore it.

These embedded differences were enough to wreck everything, but what eager young couple would ever believe it?