Andrea

“Everything ceased. She listened hard. Nothing, nothing, nothing. But she could feel the calm breathing of the night. She put on her mother’s mitts, took the ax, stepped out the door. Outside, there was resounding silence. The black sky was a poem beyond meaning.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Night Watchman

“she wanted to sit in the dark and whisper all of her fears into an ear which would hold every word like a silver shell.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Drowning Season

“She turned to the window although it was dark now and the glass held only a tired ghost.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Night Watchman

“Sometimes she heard night-sounds she didn’t know or jumped from lightning too close, but whenever she stumbled, it was the land that caught her. Until at last, at some unclaimed moment, the heart-pain seeped away like water into sand. Still there, but deep. Kya laid her hand upon the breathing, wet earth, and the marsh became her mother. 5.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing