Quotes by Anna-Marie McLemore, When the Moon Was Ours

“They prickled her like thorns and leaves growing under her skin, and she felt the ache of a glass vine caging her forearm. They would crack, and the jagged pieces would cut into her wrists. Her blo...”

“No boy was ever so interesting to them as when he was interesting to someone else.”

“...both he and she were creek beds, quiet when they were full and quiet when they were dry. But when they were half-full, wearing a coat of shallow water, the current bumped over the rocks and vall...”