Lakeside Sunset Quotes

I sit on a foldaway chair at the lakeside, sipping hot cocoa and admiring the sunset behind distant clouds, pondering my next novel, which will be more truth than fiction. More memoir than tale. It will begin at the Third Garden and end here at Little Loch Broom, floating on a leaf over clear water, a bared soul visible to all those who would desire a glimpse of a childhood most extraordinary.

Can I also work for you?” “You can lose to me,” he said, and shook his head. “You still gotta drop two.” “How about, if I win, you have to hire me.” “No,” he said. “So, what do you actually want to do?” “I want to make enough money so I can buy back the big yellow house in St. Paul.” “I meant for work.” “I think I want to be a teacher,” she said for the first time. It was scary to hear herself say it. “Do you think I’d be a good teacher?” He looked at her with a placid, impressed stare. It reminded her of how her father, who didn’t enjoy much, used to look at the sunset. “You’re the second person I’ve ever let into my house. I’d say you can do anything you set your mind to.