He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking of all mysteries the world contained: layers of stone, concealed beneath the flesh of earth and grass; these dull rocks, with their glimmering hidden hearts.
Kim EdwardsIts impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create.
Kim EdwardsThe city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car
Kim EdwardsNorah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.
Kim Edwards