I rise up on my tiptoes. He's already bending his head down, moving his lips toward mine. And then, well, I haven't exactly studied this, but I'm pretty sure that ours is not the most expert kiss in Sualan history. It's a little hard to figure out how we should tilt our heads so our noses don't bump. But this kiss is a promise, a vow. Come to think of it, it doesn't really matter that ours is not the most expert kiss in Sualan history. It's still the best.
Margaret HaddixUnlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.
Margaret HaddixSometimes I can spend as long revising a manuscript as I spent writing it in the first place.
Margaret HaddixGovernments will rise, and governments will fall, and man will do evil to man, and all we can do is turn our hearts to good.
Margaret HaddixThe sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can't go on pretending she isn't crying.
Margaret Haddix...itโd be like looking for a needle in a burning haystack.' 'Oh, Iโve done that,' Mark said airily. 'Itโs a game we used to play, after we got rid of all our livestock and didnโt need our hay no more. You throw a match into the haystack, give the fire a three-second head start, and begin looking. You can find the needle every time if you work quick
Margaret Haddix