Luisa Natasha Parker Quotes

“Let's Play Cat & MouseIt was a beautiful day as he walked the streets,filled with flowers of summer and the green of the trees.The sun just rising, the freshness in the air.In the distance, something rolled across the road,pushed and played with by a fluffy, tiger like cat.It rolled, and was poked and pushed to the edge …Stop that, Stop that, Stop that now …it’s tiny little legs on the floor as it stretched as tall as it could,arms in front, as it looked up at fluffy …No, No, NoYou can’t catch me …Shocked and amazed was fluffy …As his morning breakfast, scurried and hurried along the side of the road …Goodbye, Good Day, have a wonderful Day …As they continued their day …No more time for Let’s play cat and mouse.by Natasha Parker Copyright © 2014 by Luisa Natasha Parker”

“Let's Play Cat & MouseIt was a beautiful day as he walked the streets,filled with flowers of summer and the green of the trees.The sun just rising, the freshness in the air.In the distance, something rolled across the road,pushed and played with by a fluffy, tiger like cat.It rolled, and was poked and pushed to the edge …Stop that, Stop that, Stop that now …it’s tiny little legs on the floor as it stretched as tall as it could,arms in front, as it looked up at fluffy …No, No, NoYou can’t catch me …Shocked and amazed was fluffy …As his morning breakfast, scurried and hurried along the side of the road …Goodbye, Good Day, have a wonderful Day …As they continued their day …No more time for Let’s play cat and mouse.by Natasha Parker Copyright © 2014 by Luisa Natasha Parker”

“Inevitably, though, there will always be a significant part of the past which can neither be burnt nor banished to the soothing limbo of forgetfulness— myself. I was and still am that same ship which carried me to the new shore, the same vessel containing all the memories and dreams of the child in the brick house with the toy tea set. I am the shore I left behind as well as the home I return to every evening. The voyage cannot proceed without me.”

“So I had nothing to distract me from my books and their other worlds that swallowed me whole, from Narnia to the Wisconsin woods, from a small town in Sweden to the red earth of Prince Edward Island. Nothing and no one interested me as much as my books.”

“Luisa rolls her napkin into a compact ball. "I ask three simple questions. How did he get that power? How is he using it? And how can it be taken off the sonofabitch?”

“Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the theory of relativity and principals of uncertainty. Phenomena that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. Today, it is headed in another. Yesterday, I believe I would never have done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who weimagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. That each point of intersection, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction. Proposition, I have fallen in love with Luisa Rey. Is this possible? I just met her and yet, I feel like something important has happened to me.”

“So often they made her think of the phrase “Blood is thicker than water,” because at times blood was the only bond they shared and she had to remind herself they were family, because at times it was unbelievable they were even related. She loved them, but she hadn’t chosen them.”

“You have that look on your face,” she whispered mockingly, “that Beast-just-gave-Beauty-a-whole-frickin’-library look and now she’s going to spin around like she can read them all at once through osmosis.”

“The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and metal surface into a silvery mirage.”

“He looked, well, sturdier than he used to. His shoulders were square and, naturally, broader than before. His neck, a bit thicker. He probably had an Adam’s apple now too, like any man did. If he turned, would she see it starkly in profile, protruding awkwardly? And, then, he did turn, just a smidge, as he stifled a yawn, and there was nothing awkward about him.”

“Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.”