Quote by Kiran Millwood Hargrave

“She’d remembered it as sexy, but now the first lines repeated in her head like a hymn: There were never strawberries / like the ones we had / that sultry afternoon, and she understood for the first time the past tense of it, the longing for what is passed. The fumbling for something that is gone and cannot come again. A memory made sweeter for the fact it is a memory. That was what she meant by the poster – for it to be a trigger, a portal, a way back.”

Quote by Kiran Millwood Hargrave