Quotes by Rebecca Wells

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

How many years went by unnoticed, unembraced?

Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

She saw night lights in the rooms of the babies who dreamed soft seersucker dreams, drugged happy with the heat, their pink baby bodies curled against worn out cotton, not fearing Hitler yet, their strong, tiny hearts beating in unison with the trees and the creeks and the bayou

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

“There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across national borders, between countries at war at each other.”