Quotes from Kim Edwards

Though Lexington is not a small town, it sometimes feels like one, with circles of acquaintance overlapping once, then again; the person you meet by chance at the library or the pool may turn out to be the best friend of your down-the-street neighbor. Maybe that's why people are so friendly here, so willing to be unhurried.

I find my husband's family history fascinating, as they can trace the family lineage back to ancestors who fought, and died, in the first battle of the Revolution, as well as to many other interesting people.

It's good to be in love.

As a writer and as a reader, I really believe in the power of narrative to allow us ways to experience life beyond our own, ways to reflect on things that have happened to us and a chance to engage with the world in ways that transcend time and gender and all sorts of things.

I love to swim, and I love being near water.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

I hadn't really thought about this until 'The Lake of Dreams,' but I've set all my stories in places that are familiar to me. It frees me up to spend more imaginative time on the characters.

'The Lake of Dreams' grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.

After 'Memory Keeper's Daughter,' it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away from the world again and sink into that psychic space to write again.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.

You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.

Either things grow and change or they die.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

It's good to be in love.

She imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time, and its only renewal came from giving it away.