"You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"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."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"Either things grow and change or they die."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"Short on money, long on hope"
— Kim Edwards

"A moment might be a thousand different things."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"...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."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"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."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"...Caroline said easily, amazed all over again at this sudden facility she'd developed, the fluidity and ease of her lies."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"He had never even glimpsed her."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon."
— Kim Edwards

"There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was the sort of storm that rarely happened in Lexington, and the steady white flakes, the silence, filled him with a sense of excitement and peace. It was a moment when all the disparate shards of his life seemed to knit themselves together, every past sadness and disappointment, every anxious secret and uncertainty hidden now beneath the soft white layers. Tomorrow would be quiet, the world subdued and fragile, until the neighborhood children came out to break the stillness with their tracks and shouts and joy. He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths. The world, for a few short hours, transformed."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"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."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"she seemed not to worry very much about ghings, but rather to accept the world as a fascinating and unusual place where anything might happen
memory keepers daugher"
— Kim Edwards

"...a vase full of flowers: dark red and pale pink in a cloud of baby's breath."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"...her tone more disapproving than dismayed."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"Paul, careening down the slide with his arms out flung, and Phoebe, present somehow through her absence."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided yes, a brief moment of release in the back of a car, in the room of a silent house, this girl who had stood up later, adjusting her clothes, with now knowledge of how that moment was already shaping her life."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"...bleak territory of the heart."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people – where? she could not remember this either – who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)

"Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained."
— Kim Edwards (The Memory Keeper's Daughter)