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Willa’s big blue eyes, Willa’s dimpled-cheeked smile. Tiffin’s shaggy blond mane, Tiffin’s cheeky grin. Kit’s yells of excitement, Kit’s glow of pride. Maya’s face, Maya’s kisses, Maya’s love. Maya, Maya, Maya . . .
Tabitha Suzuma
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I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.
Tabitha Suzuma
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It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about; it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eventually that shame turns to hate.
Tabitha Suzuma
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If I move, if I speak, if I so much as blink, I'm going to lose this battle.
Tabitha Suzuma
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But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.
Tabitha Suzuma
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But I don't want to be fine, not if it means she's going to let go of my hand; not if it means we're going to go back to being polite strangers.
Tabitha Suzuma
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And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.
Tabitha Suzuma
