Sara Hudnall

“She twisted a piece of his T-shirt, then let it go and laid her palm flat against his chest, right over his heart, and he could suddenly feel it again: the steady thump of it drowning out all his other thoughts. It was more drumbeat than countdown, more metronome than ticking clock, and he felt himself carried forward with each muffled beat, as if hope were a rhythm, a song he'd only just discovered.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“And see those clouds?'
'Hard to miss'
'Those are cumulus clouds. Did you know that?'
'I'm sure I should.'
They're the best ones.'
'How come?'
Because they look the way clouds are supposed to look, the way you draw them when you're a kid. Which is nice, you know? ...”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

“He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way other men might build their daughters houses.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

“How long could a single night really be expected to last? How far could you stretch such a small collection of minutes? He was just a boy on a roof. She was just a girl in an elevator.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me