Beth Mitchell

“Does he read?” “Oh, I expect not. How else would one remain so incredibly stupid?”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3

“Miss Lion, I take this opportunity to tell you that I know somewhat of your situation. Your cousin—” “Archibald?” “Yes. He does not often come to Sunday service, but for some reason, he believes the Anglican church has a confession.” “How very Catholic of him.” Hawkes’s smile was like the flicker of a candle. “Yes. And I honour it. I’ve even set up a booth in a back office for his use.” Admirably, I reined in my laugh.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 2

“JOLLY GOOD FUN!” they all cried out.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Hawkes began slowly. “It takes a great deal to trust the future after one is acquainted with loss.” “It feels impossible, for longer than is comforting. And then too tentative to trust.” “It does. But it seems that sword pierced Christ so that we always have a future. Even one different than planned.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5