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“The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“People could not accept the presence of Evil. They had to laugh, or shrug. Walk away, or look elsewhere.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“Seventh grade had a full complement of creeps, weirdos, future criminals, and nerds.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“If I were a seagull
I wouldn't have to stick around
If people argued- I would fly off,
swerve, wheel, dip, scream.
a thousand wings of company if I have friends
two strong wings of my own
If I don't”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“It wasn't that she stopped being nice; she stopped being anything”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“How terrifying empty beds were. The neatness of the sheets and blankets was like the neatness of a mowed and trimmed graveyard.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“I'm interesting, she thought. I'm unusual. But I'm not beautiful....”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“You must love teaching', one mother said to Mr. Shevvington. 'Yes indeed. I think of each class as a zoo.' He laughed..'Twenty-six to a cage.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“How can you be somebody else's savior, when you can't be your own?”
― Caroline B. Cooney

“I must remember that. Things become what you expect them to become. But I am granite. Nothing can shatter me.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“Perhaps nobody knows anybody..It was a terrifying thought: like "the alone". That you could know people well, and know them again the following year, and then know them more...and yet remain strangers forever.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“A cracker kid in a designated white house in a black neighborhood off in fly- bitten Mississippi was about to let loose the secret beat of race music, forever blowing away the enriched-flour, box stepping public.”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“All the while moving the idea of home three more modulations deeper into unspinning space”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“Listen to the sea...it sounds like a coffin being dragged over broken glass.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“But memory will forever replay this day in black and white, the slow voice-over pan of Movietone”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“The world is vicious, too huge to care about even its own survival”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“Our father knew more than any living person about the secret of time, except how to live in it. His time did not travel; it was a block of persisting nows.”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“Silence: the motor drive of nothingness underneath all rhythm - threatened to last forever, a spell of sleep cast over the entire kingdom of listeners.”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“He stayed inside his perfect silence, hung on the stopped, forward edge of nowhere”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“Feeling for the first time what it meant to kick open doors that kept closing, no matter how many legends had already passed through.”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“If the past is older than the present, then the future must be younger. And we must all go backward with each passing year.”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“We'd drifted too far to rely on the old boyhood telepathy anymore.”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“Maybe they're not scared of different. Maybe they're scared of same. If we turn out to be too much like them, who can they be?”
― Richard Powers, The Time of Our Singing

“I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though death himself lies in it," (Chapter 4, All Quiet on the Western Front)”
― Erich Remarque

“I felt numb and agitated at the same time, reaching out to her as I spoke. I wondered how such a peaceful morning could be converted in a heartbeat to the slow motion of a nightmare.”
― Jane Kirkpatrick, A Sweetness to the Soul

“Not sure how ye can look so settled after such an unsettling day" Joseph said. "I know you're resilient but even strong and solid trees should look a little windblown following a storm!"
"I learned to cope by leanin into the wind" I said, "just like you told me.”
― Jane Kirkpatrick, A Sweetness to the Soul