Quotes by Glenda Millard

Sometimes words come out of me and I dont know where they come from or why. Theyre like falling stars tumbling through the universe; bright, burning things that cant be stopped.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

I know that sentence is long and has too many joining words in it but sometimes, when Im angry, words burst out of me like a shout, or, if Im sad, they spill out of me like tears, and if Im happy my words are like a song. If that happens its one of my rules not to change them because theyre coming out of my heart and not my head, and thats the way theyre meant to be.

I didnt understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billys heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, its pure and reflects the light.

... we sat back and let the moon shine itself all over her, and we saw that Tia was full of light. Billy said that when we die the darkness leaves us.Were pure and perfect then, he said, the way we are when were born.

You dont tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when youre mad at them.

You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that Ive imagined it. I cant help it if thats what you think, but I swear its true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

The girl danced like light on water. After Id watched for a while I looked with all of me, not just my eyes, and then I saw the meaning of the dance. I wanted to stop looking because it was so sad, but I couldnt because it was so beautiful.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love thered be no room for sad and dark things.

I couldnt tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was looking right inside her to where her memories were. She smiled, and I wondered if she knew what Id seen or if she could see the pictures I kept hidden inside myself.

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch shed rush away again.

... Ill tell her about Tia. Ill tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And Ill tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.

Sometimes its better to live without a mother than not to live at all.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

I didnt know what to say when someones given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

We walked back the way we came, and even though it was dark there were no lights burning inside the houses. They were like people without hearts; raspberry tarts without the jam.

..so Grandpa turned the rusty latchkey of his magnificent remembery and set free a symphony of stories

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

... and all we knew about her that we didnt know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like the moon.