Quotes from Marly Youmans

he felt a pang of desire for the tintinnabulation of a Georgia summer. Strange, he thought, to long for the rasp of day- and dusk-singing cicadas and the night singers, katydids.

Torquelike, fear encircled her throat with its dull constant pressure.... ...give the newborn child fresh from his own salt sea a look at the bigger ocean he had crossed. p 20

The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.

What is a spouse for? Not to be your personal servant, certainly!

It is probably true that I would not have had as many children or mothers in my books without being a mother with children. It is definitely true that I would not have written about the Civil War without having a little guy who was obsessed with it.