5 Quotes by Emma Hooper

The students whipped their heads back to look at her; a blaspheming teacher was as exciting as a fight.

He put his hands on her arms, above the elbow, held them in, and kissed her mouth and kissed her and kissed so that neither of them could breathe and neither of them wanted to.

Toxemia. A word that starts so harsh and ends so gently.

I have made you some things, for when you get back. I understand now, all the baking you sent me, stale and crumbled in brown paper and rough twine. Now you’re away and I am here. So I will make and make until you get back to remind you, and myself: there are reasons to come home.

Etta, it could be everything, it could be nothing, what you’re making up. You shouldn’t let that bother you.