looking off at the past as though it were a place one might still get to
Cathie PelletierEverything seemed to be a clue to the hereafter, now that one of her own had gone there.
Cathie PelletierShe knew for certain there were all kinds of people who craved their youth, who would run like gazelles toward that fishhook of time, peeling off the years like old imagined skins.
Cathie PelletierHe had lived as a handful of taffy between his mother and his father all his life, had been pulled in so many directions, stretched here and there, that all he could do was plaster a mighty smile on his face.
Cathie Pelletiercaught up in the exciting world of adults and their antics
Cathie PelletierThis is what keeps ghosts locked to the earth, that sweet burning need for something they loved and gave up too soon.
Cathie PelletierWhen you don't know enough about life to know what you might have missed out on, your imagination plays wicked tricks on you.
Cathie PelletierSometimes, in the dark of night, when no one else could hear him but me, he'd cry out, like he was fighting some silent little war in his head.
Cathie PelletierPeace of mind comes in the strangest boxes.
Cathie PelletierIt wasn't that Mattie didn't believe in God. She did, she most surely did. She just didn't like some of the things He did, is all.
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