It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.
Jane HamiltonIt was about forgiving. I understood that forgiveness itself was strong, durableโlike strands of a web weaving around us, holding us.
Jane Hamilton...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.
Jane HamiltonThis was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer.
Jane Hamilton