Quotes from Susan Richards Shreve

My house feels like home when you're there.

bunches of flowers and kisses, their bodies locked together by a stopwatch. Descriptive on an affair

It may be true that you can't judge a book by its cover, Daisy G. had told Blister just last summer. But the cover tells you something about the book and don't ever pretend it doesn't.

Now. 1973. Exactly. He tipped back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest. So much changed in the sixties, the war, the rights of women, civil rights, the vote, protest against the war. On and on. I was getting my Ph.D. in Chicago and you were in college but that time was upheaval with a purpose. Now we've drawn back into our shells, wondering what we have done and what do we believe.? And is there any purpose to our lives?

The rules for raising children had gone out with her parents generation of daughters who had lived as Lucy had, in patient silence, acting by standards which had lasted generations, waiting to grow up to make their decisions, following the patterns of their own lives.

Lucy settled into August's kitchen as if they were a family.

Sometimes, Blister was thinking, the only person in the world she could really count on was herself, and that was not enough.

Home is you, Georgie," her father said. "You take it wherever you go.

In principle, it was easy to support the civil rights movement in Mississippi or Washington or on the streets of Detroit. Of course, it was right. But feeling- now, there's a war zone full of land mines which could blow to smithereens any right-thinking individual. And that of course is the territory of race.