Quotes by : Kathleen Kent

There are winter evenings in Massachusetts when there is no wind and the crust on the snow seems to hold....

Oh fer Christ's bloody sake Martha I didna' raise ye to be well regarded. To be liked. Any puny weak-waisted....

Sharing secrets is the way in which women tie themselves together, for it reveals complicity and trust.....

There is no death in remembrance. Remember me, Sarah. Remember me, and a part of me will always be with....