Quotes from Kevin Moffett

Birth is a dream, spontaneous and innate. Death, on the other hand, is a slow, false, divine calamity. It is like love.

We tell each other stories to muffle the surprise of disappointment.

The sisters were stuck in approximately chapter nine of the book of their lives. It was the chapter in which they discover themselves lost in the woods, and it's dusk, and they can either turn back and retrace their steps or keep walking. And everyone except them knows that they should turn back. So they keep walking.

They used to dream of steamer trunks and hounds with heirloom markings and lives that were both ever-changing and constant. Lives like forge fires.