Quotes by : Diane B. Saxton

The inherent mystery itself: that elusive brightness that flows out of dreams; the brightness that, when....

At the time, however, I didn't realize the extent of my granddaughter's sensitivity - or her loneliness.....

… I studied the painting that hangs over the small fireplace. Immerse myself in art, I told myself.....

She enjoys a fight for survival.

Think how wonderful it might be to no longer matter, Mrs. Peregrine. Think how wonderful it might be....