Olivia Mason

“Whether the judge all those years ago agreed that Jenny had no right to what she wished, or whether her plainspoken grief, which she shouted out in silence from her eyes, moved him, or disturbed him, or confused him, doesn't matter. He whispered, 'Life.' And so she lived. Is living still. Will go on living, to the end of that whisper.”
― Emily Ruskovich

“So you've not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last fifteen years?”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“But that was long ago. She has long since lost interest in motives, in the details of other women's crimes. Even the hatchet makes its usual sense. A mother who loves her child with all her self is only so far from the hatchet anyway; one casual swing and it's done. Hatred, love, all muddled up in that space inside a whisper, when the words don't matter anymore, when the baby's half asleep and you can carry it all the way there if you want, on nothing but the tone of your voice. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. Sing it as softly as you like—the words clench their own teeth. The child still falls.”
― Emily Ruskovich, Idaho

“He whispered, “Life.” And so she lived. Is living still. Will go on living, to the end of that whisper.”
― Emily Ruskovich, Idaho