By not asking too much, you can believe in almost anything..like..a starry night in the mountains, or even the existence of fate. AIMEE FRIEDMAN AlmostAnythingAskingMuch
I’m not who you think I am, I had said to T.J. the last time I’d seen him. Maybe I wasn’t who I’d thought I was either. AIMEE FRIEDMAN EitherHimLstMaybeSeenThinkThoughtWho
When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person. AIMEE FRIEDMAN NewShedSummerVacation
It was always the same ocean, but the waves made it fresh and new each time. AIMEE FRIEDMAN EachMadeNewWave
After all, our families–our ancestors–are our identities. Biology is destiny. AIMEE FRIEDMAN AfterAllAncestorBiologyOur
I suddenly understood. Mom and I weren’t trespassing. This house was ours. This view was ours. And that seemed as absurd and unreal as the stories Sailor Hat had spun for me on the ferry. AIMEE FRIEDMAN FerryMomSeemSpunSuddenlyTrespassUnderstoodUnreal
I watched the land for as long as I could, until it disappeared behind its shawl of mist. AIMEE FRIEDMAN LongMistShawlUntil
Come find me,” Leo put in, his gaze full of understanding. “Whenever you want. I’ll be here. AIMEE FRIEDMAN FindFullGazeWhenever
