Quotes from Claire Morgan

Some people swear there's no beauty left in the world, no magic. Then how do you explain the entire world coming together on one night to celebrate the hope of a new year?

I let it boil and it's got scum on it," Carol said annoyedly. "I'm sorry." But Therese loved it, because she knew this was exactly what Carol would always do, be thinking of something else and let the milk boil.

So you want to fall in love? You probably will soon, and if you do, enjoy it, it's harder later on.

Therese looked in vain, even for the dangling string. "Why did you do it?" Her voice was shrill with tears. "It was such a beautiful kite!" "It's only a kite!" Richard repeated. "I can make another kite!

Is there a word? A friend, a companion, or maybe just a sharer. What good are words? I mean, I think people often try to find through sex, things that are much easier to find in other ways.

While a thousand memories and moments, words, the first darling, the second time Carol had met her at the store, a thousand memories of Carol's face, her voice, moments of anger and laughter flashed like the tail of a comet across her brain. And now it was pale-blue distance and space, an expanding space in which she took flight suddenly like a long arrow.

An indefinite longing, that she had been only vaguely conscious of at times before, became now a recognizable wish. It was so absurd, so embarrassing a desire, that Therese thrust it from her mind.

Does he still talk about it?" "No. Is it anything to talk about? Is it anything to be proud of?" "Is it anything to be ashamed of?" "Yes. You know that, don't you?" Carol asked in her even, distinct voice. "In the eyes of the world it's an abomination.

But if it was merely happiness, then it had gone beyond the ordinary bounds and become something else, become a a kind of excessive pressure, so that the weight of a coffee cup in her hand, the speed of a cat crossing the garden below, the silent crash of two clouds seemed alsmost more than she could bear.