Ann-Marie MacDonald Quotes
It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.
Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.
Piece by piece living is hard to do. It may even feel like the hardest thing. But it has this going for it: you never need to know what it is you're carrying on your shoulders.
Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.
Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead.
They are so young, they forget that the world is not as in love with them as they are.
Do you think there's such a thing as a ghost who masquerades as a person? Do you believe that there are people whose bodies are still alive here on earth but whose souls are already in hell?
The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge.
There are some stories you can't hear enough. They are the same every time you hear them. But you are not. That's one reliable way of understanding time.
In terms of the secrets that imbue and underlie Fall on Your Knees, they were as much of a mystery to me as I was creating the story as they are to the readers.
Adelaide believes that all children should have enough grown-ups around who love them so that one can tell them to fight, one can tell them not to, and one can tell them not to worry so much.
My first advantage: I have everything. My second advantage: this is just another island. My third advantage: I am bigger than it all.
She learns a valuable lesson: if you think you are good, just try doing good. You’ll soon find out how inadequate your little drop of goodness is.
...dread invades the living room, finds her on the couch, presses on her, gets inside her where it swiftly grows bigger than she is until she is inside it, looking out from a rind of shadow.
To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.