
This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.

Florence may have sensed something, but I had no idea of what I was setting in motion the day I gave Ronsel Jackson a lift from town.

I knew their kind: locked in the imagined glory of the past, scared of losing what they thought was theirs.

She'd crossed into a place where truth, even if it was brutal, was all she had to offer.

You got to go along to get along.

How could predetermination and free will both exist? "It's

What we can't speak, we say in silence.

Henry was wholly preoccupied with the farm. I would have gotten more notice from him if I'd grown a tail and started to bray.

Sometimes it's necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it's the only way to make things right.

I figure if there is a God, She's good and surged right now about the state of things down here.

To be touched with love was a kind of miracle.

Something bad happen to a child, you can be sure his daddy gone be off somewhere else.