Before we leave the graveside, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the end of the song most of us are crying. I am too, though I still don't know what those stars are meant to represent. My mistake, I suppose, is in thinking they should mean something.

— Christina Baker Kline

Do our natures dictate the choices we make, I wonder, or do we choose to live a certain way because of circumstances beyond our control?

— Christina Baker Kline

He reaches over and touches my necklace. "You still have it. That gives me faith." "Faith in what?"" God, I suppose. No, I don't know. Survival.

— Christina Baker Kline

How did I go from being the maiden in a fairy tale to a wretched old maid so quickly? It happened almost without my realizing it...

— Christina Baker Kline

I am acutely aware that like a slip of paper in the wind, something in his nature eludes my grasp.

— Christina Baker Kline

I ... am left with the lingering feeling that the places we go in our minds to find comfort have little to do with where our bodies go.

— Christina Baker Kline

I couldn't have imagined how much more there was to lose.

— Christina Baker Kline

If you really want to know me, I said, we'll have to start with the witches.

— Christina Baker Kline

If you want trouble, find yourself a redhead.

— Christina Baker Kline

I have come to think that's where Heaven is, a place in the memories of other where our best selves live

— Christina Baker Kline