I am going start a collection of words I wish I'd written. While I am in awe of so many writers, sometimes a sentence hits you and you just can't let it go.
Here's one for today:
"She laid the side of her face against his frail old heart, where the pink shell of her ear could capture whatever song it had left."
So beautiful. From where?
ReplyDeleteThis is from Barbara Kingsolver's "Prodigal Summer."
ReplyDeleteThe whole novel is stunning.