Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.
Alice HoffmanHe was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.
Alice HoffmanThat was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.
Alice HoffmanThe sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.
Alice Hoffman