Judith Postley

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Transported into a world whose existence she'd denied. She found herself in a domain of churchlike stillness where life wasn't bound to the trauma of the past but gave way to the present in a wave of hope that could carry her into a tomorrow where guilt, regret and fear gave way to promise.”
― Ashby Jones, The Little Bird

“Americans have a love affair with weak coffee.’ ‘And you’re a coffee expert, too,’ Gwen said, cutting a thick slice of apple pie.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity

“This evening I spied her in the back orchard. I decided to sacrifice one of my better old shirts and carried it out to her. The weather’s been warm of late. Buds on the apple trees are ready to burst. Usually by this time of the year, at that time of day, the back orchard is full of screaming children. Damut’s boys were the only two. They were on the terrace below her, running through the slanted sunlight, chasing each other around tree trunks. She stood above them, like a merlin watching rabbits play.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I could almost set down as many extravagant things done in the excess of their joy as of their grief; but that would be to lessen the value of it.”
― Daniel Defoe, A Journal of the Plague Year