Quotes from Luanne Rice

The Tibetan Book of the Dead.

she lost her parents in a boating accident, right out there—" he pointed across the beach to the Sound. "A few years ago now. She's getting better a little at a time. You never get over something like that, but she has a lot of people loving her, pulling her through.

None of us ever think our lives would be our lives," Scotty said.

Stevie wanted to find the right words, to comfort the child. She wanted to ask what had happened to Emma. But she felt constrained, afraid she would say something wrong. Her own mother had died when she was young, and she remembered a world of adults who meant well but just seemed to make everything worse.

Drala warrior, a protector deity in the Tibetan art Nicola had studied at Yale.

Thomas felt his breath coming easier than it had in two months, and not for the first time he wondered why people make it so hard to talk to the people they love. They imagine the worst, they set up obstacles to prevent the truth from coming out. But in the end, when they finally muddle through, they find relief.

The log stretched across the stream. It had been there for some time. Sticks, feathers, and debris had caught on stray branches protruding from one end. The stream flowed beneath the log, lazy and blackish-green, just before it widened and joined the Connecticut River. Pine trees grew thick along one bank, while reeds whispered along the other.

That some things we're not supposed to know. We have to look as hard as we can, then know when it's time to give up. That's the time we have to lay the whole thing to rest.

north. The stars had blazed low over the curving hills. Her father had dropped them off hungry, to make them hunt for their food. Sharpening a stick, she had waited in the rushes.

Some adults would never understand what childhood could be. The ones who had grown up happy and loved, who had never seen their parents hurt, who had most of what they needed: Those adults couldn't know.

For Sam, growing up as worried about food and rent as his mother was, angry that everyone else had more than him, childhood hadn't been easy. His school pictures were hard to look at—he could see the worry and pain in his face, the tension in his posture. It took a hard-luck kid to know

You're being naive," her mother said. "You'd rather believe in a cursed painting than see the truth. Your boyfriend killed his wife.

Corvus Corax is Latin for raven," she said. "I asked her what the significance was. She said that the raven is one of the smartest birds, entirely black to blend into the night. There's a legend, dating back to medieval times, that England could never be conquered as long as there were ravens at the Tower of London.

Hello, Popcorn," he said, petting the dog, whose tail was going faster than ever. "We

one could never remind one's own daughter, or one's own self, too often of the power she had within.

to this day, there are ravens at the Tower of London. They're fed by the Ravenmaster of the Yeoman Warders.

What had happened to the girl from Bard? That strong, funny, sexy, smart, sure-of-herself person named Nicola? How could someone so dynamic have turned into a mouse? She was positive that if she ever met her old self, she'd be scared of her. But

With all our gifts, all the love we have for one another, what went wrong? That's what I want to know. That one missing piece." "Life, Mom

The violin speaks to the mind, and the fiddle speaks to the heart

faith in that which is seen and unseen.

She had learned—by degrees—the ability to accept what life was handing her instead of what she wished for.

My mother reads the Bible every morning," Dianne said. "She's told me a million times: 'Man sees the appearance, but the Lord looks into the heart.' From Samuel.

think a lot of artists do. We don't quite fit in, and somehow that feeds our creativity. We have to create other worlds to feel right.

hope you know that about yourself, that you are perfect on your own. You have to make yourself whole—no one else can.