Church always seemed the same. Jess could tune it out the same way he tuned out school, with his body standing up and sitting down in unison with the rest of the congregation but his mind numb and floating, not really thinking or dreaming but at least free.
Katherine PatersonTags: church
You think it's so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain't.
Katherine PatersonBut then, oh, my blessed, he smiled. I guess from that moment I knew I was going to marry Joseph Wojtkiewicz--God, pope, three motherless children, unspellable name and all. For when he smiled, he looked like the kind of man who would sing to the oysters.
Katherine PatersonTags: love
When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn't want to forget... So I realize, that if it's hard for me, how much harder it must be for you.
Katherine PatersonTags: memories inspirational-life remembering death-of-a-loved-one
The last dregs of winter spoiling the taste of everything.
Katherine PatersonMy heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.
Katherine PatersonTags: sadness depression emptiness heavy-hearted
A novel is a kind of conversion experience. We come away from it changed.
Katherine PatersonTags: reading
The very persons who have taken away my time and space are those who have given me something to say.
Katherine PatersonTags: inspirational energy writing writers-on-writing resources
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