Donna

“A woman, in the end, was no single thing, but an amalgam of hurts and dreams, victories and secrets, beauty and ugliness. And if she found another kindred soul in the universe with whom to share the complication of her being, with whom to make of her past a canvas of colliding colors to wonder at, then she was lucky.”
― Meghan Perry, Water Finds a Way

“There was a difference between a book that was regularly opened and a book that was not. The smell, the resistance of the spine, the ease with which the pages turned. this book felt a little like ours, but I knew it would fall open on a different scene, and that the pages with creased corners or worn edges would not be the same pages Ma had read over and over. When we bound these books, I thought, they were identical. But I realized they couldn't stay that way. As soon as someone cracks the spine a book develops a character all its own. What impresses or concerns one reader is never the same as what impresses or concerns all others. So, each book, once read, will fall open at a different place. Each book, once read, I realized, will have told a slightly different story.”
― Pip Williams, The Bookbinder

“Good luck, I'm beginning to discover, is just as baffling as the bad. There never seems to be a reason for it - no sense of reward or punishment. It simply is - the most incomprehensible idea of all.”
― Anita Shreve

“How should we judge who is fit and who isn't, Peg? Should it be how clever you are, or how rich? Or should it be how kind you are, the unique way you see the world, or maybe how often you make others smile?”
― Pip Williams, The Bookbinder