It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
Kim EdwardsFor this is what I have learned, in my short life: do not act out of anger. Act from love or not at all. I have seen it, how anger makes a space for what I must call evil.
Kim EdwardsStichwörter: the-lake-of-dreams
She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.
Kim EdwardsWhen he reached the desk he handed Caroline a photograph in a dark blue cardboard frame. It was a portrait, black and white, faintly tinted. The woman looking out wore a pale peach sweater. Her hair was gently waved, her eyes a deep shade of blue. Rupert Dean's wife, Emelda, dead now for twenty years. "She was te love of my life," he announced to Caroline, his voice so loud that people looked up.
Kim EdwardsShe had read about people-where? she could not remember this either- who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to not be yet of the earth, suspeded still between two worlds.
Kim EdwardsBut she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.
Kim EdwardsDinosaurs drank this water, did you know that? Water moves forever in a circle; someday, little ones, your grandchildren may even drink your tears.
Kim EdwardsThink of it, Dad. What if I have it in me to do that, and I don't try?
Kim EdwardsI just couldn't do it- break all the rules. Blow everything up."
"The world doesn't end," Bree said quietly. "Amazing, but it really doesn't.
Writing is always a process of discovery - I never know the end,or even the events on the next page, until they happen. There is a constant interplay between the imagining and shaping of the story.
Kim EdwardsStichwörter: writing
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