Joanne Biles

“the light in me would not be extinguished.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

“Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”
― John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn And Other Poems

“Next up, the DJ put on “Maybe Tomorrow.” Evidently they had stumbled into a Jackson 5 block. No one else can make me cry the way you do, baby. The song saddened Carney when May sang it at the top of her lungs, cavorting on her pink-and-yellow blanket in her room. What did she know of heartbreak and disaster? She didn’t understand the truth of the words yet; she would. All the sorrows he met on the road remained at their stations, waiting for his children to come along. You sing the sad songs first, then you act them out.”
― Colson Whitehead, Crook Manifesto