You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down. Kim Edwards More Quotes by Kim Edwards More Quotes From Kim Edwards Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create. Kim Edwards things-you-can-controlimpossiblewriting There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news. Kim Edwards newseeriefather The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel. Kim Edwards lakesdreamyears Writing is always a process of discovery—I never know the end, or even the events on the next page, until they happen. There’s a constant interplay between the imagining and shaping of the story. Kim Edwards eventswritingdiscovery A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how. Kim Edwards single-momdifferentnumbers The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car Kim Edwards losing-controlcarcities Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm. Kim Edwards sadnesspartyfather She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones. Kim Edwards lovememoriesfather Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence. Kim Edwards serioussimplefacts The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon. Kim Edwards breathsfamiliarmoon So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else. Kim Edwards new-lifesomewhere-elsefather ...bleak territory of the heart. Kim Edwards bleakterritoryheart They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning. Kim Edwards questioningdistractedworld She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight. Kim Edwards addictiondarknessfather This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good. Kim Edwards careselffather He had never even glimpsed her. Kim Edwards father You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy. Kim Edwards heartachejoyfather This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted. Kim Edwards fightingsometimesworld He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone. Kim Edwards fatherhandsblood Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. Kim Edwards excitementtwinsfather
