Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.
Ann-Marie MacDonaldMemory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.
Ann-Marie MacDonaldTell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men. . . . Repeat, and cradle the pieces carefully, or events will scatter like marbles on a wooden floor.
Ann-Marie MacDonaldMateria had been just six when they docked in Sydney Harbour and her father said, 'Look. This is the New World. Anything is possible here.' She's been too young to realize that he was talking to her brother.
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