11 Quotes by Jackie French Koller

On summer nights when the windows are open, you can listen in on people’s lives – babies crying, kids laughing, radios blaring, mothers yelling, couples fighting. Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same. I like that. It makes me feel a part of something big, something never ending, like the stars.

I looked over at the empty, black windows of the Whites’ apartment, windows that were warm and yellow just yesterday, and I shivered.