Heartsong Quotes

“Twenty-two veterans a day. That’s the suicide rate, and many of them were diagnosed with PTSD.”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“The specifics don’t matter to me,” Cooper says. “I’ve never had a big dream. Mine are all small, commonplace. I just want a life. I want to be around people I love and have enough money to take care of them and feel secure and maybe travel a bit. Mostly I just want to be with you, wherever that is, and whatever that looks like.”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“He thinks he loves all of me, but he doesn’t know all of me. He only knows the me in front of the wall of glass.”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“Somewhere inside, I’m ecstatic. I can see it, but that ecstasy seems to have gotten trapped behind the same pane of glass that keeps the anger and sadness at bay so I can function.”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“Find the specialness in the ubiquity?”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“Use that. Dig deep. Use all of those parts of yourself, even the ones you don’t like, or don’t want to think about. Sometimes those are the parts you need to reach most of all.”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“I’ll tell you the most important secret of being a writer. The only thing we have to bring to the table is our unique identity, our unique way of seeing the world. Everything humans experience has been written about. Time and time again. I’ve heard it boiled down to two main narratives: a man goes on a journey, and a stranger comes to town. Your story is both.”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“There is an art in making the everyday visible, in making the commonplace uncommon so that people can experience it as if it is the first time. So, why, out of every moment in your life, did you write about that one?”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“Only once or twice before have I felt this instant connection with another person. They walk into the room and something between us clicks. It’s like the universe is telling me pay attention, this person is important”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong

“No,” he says slowly. “But if you’re trying to convince me to move out, getting a puppy is not the way to do it.”

“So you’re just using me for my dog?” I ask, risking a glance over at him.

“And your big,” his eyes drop to my arms, “beachfront access.”

His grin is addicting and I can’t help smiling back. He might not know he’s doing it, but Sean is flirting with me. I’ve gone to bed with people with less encouragement.

“That’s why I got it,” I say fluttering my eyelashes. “My beachfront brings all the boys to my yard.”
― A.E. Wasp, Heartsong