Quotes from Shirley Russak Wachtel

each had so much to say that neither was willing to expend the effort, and so said nothing.

He found himself waking, despite the alarm clock's shrill ring, ten minutes earlier each day, and as he placed his head on the pillow each evening, numbers and names and new ventures would float through his mind, directionless, like blackbirds.

Or maybe, as is usually the case with spans of distance and time, each had so much to say that neither was willing to expend the effort, and so said nothing.

Besides, what is pretty, anyway?" she continues. "Eyes? What does the color matter, as long as the ones you love can see themselves shining there? A mouth? Wide or narrow, so long as it speaks the truth.

The doctors said it was something called commotio cordis, a direct blow to the heart between beats. It was instant, a fluke, and deadly.