6 Quotes by Jeannine Atkins

One can slide between poor and rich, the difference as slight as between paper and parchment, one voice and a choir, arms hanging by sides and a hug.

Love's language is imprecise,fits more like mittens than gloves.

Mama, what kept you moving forwardthrough droughts, wild animals, loneliness?We had no choice. Sadness was as dangerous as panthers and bears. The wilderness needs your whole attention.

Names and knowledge change, the way the turningworld brings color or deep shadows, without a soundeven as soft as the twist of a key in a lock.

Stars crown the world, she said, but the lights in your eyes, those are stars, too. They make up your crown, he said.

The line between good art and bad never seemed as clear as the one between a pie and an empty oven.