And who is to say the truth can’t be a miracle?

— Michelle Frost

Eventually, she looked up, her eyes completely void of emotions. “You are merely a diversion. You mean nothing to me.” She walked past him and out of the room. She left him, a fish gasping amongst the clouds, falling back to earth.

— Michelle Frost

He went up to his room and sat down at the desk to write the hardest note he’d ever written in his life. He tore up four attempts before he was happy with what he’d written. It was short and to the point. “You mean everything to me.” I

— Michelle Frost

I can’t tell you what to do. Only you know what is best for you, but I can tell you this much: love isn’t a destination, it’s a journey. You have to be willing to walk together, or you will end up walking further and further apart.

— Michelle Frost

I’m not a rebel. I was sent here to protect, not to harm.

— Michelle Frost

Irish didn’t want to go back to his cold lonely room, with all its unanswered questions. He took the glass and sat down.

— Michelle Frost

Irish didn’t want to go back to his cold lonely room, with all its unanswered questions. He took the glass and sat down. For a long while they sat without speaking, watching the flames and sipping their drinks. Irish would have felt at peace if it weren’t for the book in Harmon’s lap.

— Michelle Frost

It doesn't seem to make any sense, but then it never does! It's usually only afterward when the pieces finally fit together, that you're left standing there thinking how obvious it always was.

— Michelle Frost

Music can make you feel things that aren’t yours—sadness, or love, or joy. A good song has a magic to it. It pulls you in and the feelings in the music take over, and you become the music, you become the song.

— Michelle Frost

Never complete. Never whole. White skin and an African soul.

— Michelle Frost