Quotes from Monica Wood

Her mother was explaining, calmly and without apparent apology, that the vessel we'd been sailing twenty-one years ago had capsized and that she'd claimed the only seat on the lifeboat.

I listened, he'll answer, and his father will realize how ardently he'd paid attention all along, how carefully he observed, how hard he tried. He will tell his father that the morning chorus sounded like something rising out of the breath it took away.

Hope is a perilous thing, Quinn.

We didn't call it World War I. How could we imagine there'd be a second?