Elise Forier Edie Quotes

Written words, he told me, were forever. Stories stretched beyond death, like time itself, ever changing us, but themselves, unchanged.

He said only farmers and school children really appreciated the beauty of a snow day.

Being an owl was simple. It was survival... An owl thinks only: fly, hunt, breed, live. People think, and wonder, and dream, and speak of it all.

Tears are like rain to the Devil: they fill his black heart with sharp, ugly blossoms of laughter.

Grief is a little like being in a fresh snowfall. A light, cold curtain falls between you and the rest of the world.

It's a big wide world, after all, and Mattawa, Washington, perched on the edge of it, is somewhere in between Nowhere and Nothing At All.

Any time evil comes into a place it is because someone give it permission.

I thought at first, even knowing you could not die, it seemed you could not live.