Ruta Sepetys
New Orleans is unlike any city in America. Its cultural diversity is woven into the food, the music, the architecture - even the local superstitions. It's a sensory experience on all levels and there's a story lurking around every corner.Collection: Architecture
I adore themes of hope and courage and the ways we find meaning through suffering.Collection: Courage
I took several trips to New Orleans and met with people who had intimate knowledge of the underbelly of the city in the 1950s. The meetings were both fascinating and terrifying.
I took many trips down to New Orleans trying to experience the city as deeply as possible. I'm from Detroit so New Orleans seemed very exotic to me.
I'm a binge writer. I work in the music business fulltime, in artist management and developing songwriters and recording artists, and so juggling my job I carve out as much time as I can on the weekends.
My sister and brother are both writers as well. We are constantly discussing story and plot lines. And I love to discuss story ideas with my husband.
We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. I realized that if we boosted one another, maybe we'd get a little closer.Collection: Ocean
Andrius, I'm...scared." He stopped and turned to me. "No. Don't be scared. Don't give them anything Lina, not even your fear.Collection: Giving
Whether love of friend, love of country, love of God, or even love of enemy—love reveals to us the truly miraculous nature of the human spirit.Collection: Country
I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.Collection: Lonely
I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of hopelessness, the pendulum would swing back with some small goodness.Collection: Swings
Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.Collection: Sometimes
He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot. We were about to become cigarettes.Collection: Burning
A wrongdoing doesn't give us the right to do wrong.Collection: Giving
Decisions, they shape our destiny.Collection: Destiny
My art teacher had said that if you breathed deeply and imagined something, you could be there. You could see it, feel it. During our standoffs with the NKVD, I learned to do that. I clung to my rusted dreams during the times of silence. It was at gunpoint that I fell into every hope and allowed myself to wish from the deepest part of my heart. Komorov thought he was torturing us. But we were escaping into a stillness within ourselves. We found strength there.Collection: Dream
I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.Collection: Heart
My husband, Andrius, says that evil will rule until good men or women choose to act. I believe him. This testimony was written to create an absolute record, to speak in a world where our voices have been extinguished. These writing may shock or horrify you, but that is not my intention. It is my greatest hope that the pages in this jar stir your deepest well of human compassion. I hope they prompt you to do something, to tell somone. Only then can we ensure that this kind of evil is never allowed to repeat itself.Collection: Husband
Andrius turned. His eyes found mine. I'll see you he said. My face didn't wrinkle. I didn't utter a sound. But for the first time in months I cried. Tears popped from their dry sockets and sailed down my cheeks in one quick stream. I looked away. The NKVD called the bald man's name. Look at me wispered Andrius moving close. I'll see you he said. Just think about that. Just think about me bringing you your drawings. Picture it because I'll be there.Collection: Moving
Sometimes we set off down a road thinkin' we're goin' one place and we end up another. But that's okay. The important thing is to start.Collection: Important
I looked down at the little pink face in the bundle. A newborn. The child had been alive only minutes but was already considered a criminal by the Soviets.Collection: Children
People I didn't know formed a circle around me, sheltering me from view. They escorted me safely back to our jurta, undetected. They didn't ask for anything. They were happy to help someone, to succeed at something, even if they weren't to benefit. We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. I realized that if we boosted one another, maybe we'd get a little closer.Collection: Ocean
What was life asking of me? How could I respond when I didn't know the question?Collection: Life
Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch.Collection: Morning
Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way.Collection: Kindness
Some things just won’t go away, no matter how hard you scrub.Collection: Going Away
Tragedy was a big social event, and everyone wanted in on it.Collection: Tragedy
Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way. But it's far more sincere in its clumsiness than those distinguished men you read about in books. Your father was very clumsy.Collection: Kindness
We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean.Collection: Ocean
You stand for what is right, Lina, without the expectation of gratitude or reward.Collection: Gratitude
I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when I saw it. A tiny silver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon. I stared at the amber band of sunlight, smiling. The sun had returned. I closed my eyes. I felt Andrius moving close. "I'll see you," he said. "Yes, I will see you," I whispered "I will." I reached into my pocket and squeezed the stone.Collection: Moving
Krasivaya. It means beautiful, but with strength. Unique.Collection: Beautiful
I wasn't certain of anything anymore, except that New Orleans was a faithless friend and I wanted to leave her.Collection: New Orleans
My breathing slowed. I shaded her thick chestnut hair resting in a smooth curve against her face, a large bruise blazing across her cheek. I paused, looking over my shoulder to make certain I was alone. I drew her eye makeup, smudged by tears. In her watery eyes I drew the reflection of the commander, standing in front of her, his fist clenched. I continued to sketch, exhaled, and shook out my hands.Collection: Eye
Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?Collection: Harder
Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness. There's love and emotion trying to express itself, but at the time, it just ends up being awkward.Collection: Awkward
Mrs. Rimas cried at the mention of the wafer and the traditional Christmas blessing. "God grant that we are all together again next year.Collection: Blessing
Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.Collection: Mother
If I poured all the lies I had told into the Mississippi, the river would rise and flood the city.Collection: Lying
But wasn't there some sort of rule that said parents had to be smarter than their kids? It didn't seem fair.Collection: Kids
Some wars are about bombing. For the people of the Baltics, this war was about believing. In 1991, after 50 years of brutal occupation, the three Baltic countries regained their independence, peacefully and with dignity. They chose hope over hate and showed the world that even through the darkest night, there is light. Please research it. Tell someone. These three tiny nations have taught us that love is the most powerful army. Whether love of friend, love of country, love of God, or even love of enemy - love reveals to us the truly miraculous nature of the human spirit.Collection: Country
What do you do with all this bank, Josie? Be a lot easier if you just lifted your skirt.” “The only reason I’d lift my skirt is to pull out my pistol and plug you in the head.Collection: Pistols
Let me tell you something 'bout these rich Uptown folk," said Cokie. "They got everything that money can buy, their bank accounts are fat, but they ain't happy. They ain't ever gone be happy. You know why? They soul broke. And money can't fix that, no sir.Collection: Soul
We all laced together—a brothel madam, an English professor, a mute cook, a quadroon cabbie, and me, the girl carrying a bucket of lies and throwing them like confetti.Collection: Girl
I shut the bathroom door and caught sight of my face in the mirror. I had no idea how quickly it was to change, to fade. If I had, I would have stared at my reflection, memorizing it. It was the last time I would look into a real mirror for more than a decade.Collection: Real
It amazed me how some people could touch an instrument and create something so beautiful, and when others tried, like me, it just sounded like mangled noise.Collection: Beautiful
Charlie Marlowe never wrote horror, but somehow horror was writing Charlie Marlowe.Collection: Writing
You like me, Josie Moraine. You just don't know it yet.Collection: Josie
David Arnold's writing is both heartfelt and hilarious. You will fall in love with Mim, even as her grand journey will keep you guessing. Mosquitoland reminds us that sometimes imperfect is just perfect.Collection: Falling In Love
One day when I was fourteen, I told Charlie that I hated Mother. “Don’t hate her, Jo,” he told me. “Feel sorry for her. She’s not near as smart as you. She wasn’t born with your compass, so she wanders around, bumping into all sorts of walls. That’s sad.” I understood what he meant, and it made me see Mother differently. But wasn’t there some sort of rule that said parents had to be smarter than their kids? It didn’t seem fair.Collection: Mother