It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

And I think that's important, to know how the water's gone over the dam before you start to describe it. It helps to have been over the dam yourself.

If you can't fix it, you have to stand it.

No wonder, he thought, that the panhandle people were a godly lot, for they lived in sudden, violent atmospheres. Weather kept them humble.

I rarely use the internet for research, as I find the process cumbersome and detestable. The information gained is often untrustworthy and couched in execrable prose. It is unpleasant to sit in front of a twitching screen suffering assault by virus, power outage, sluggish searches, system crashes and the lack of direct human discourse.

We're all strange inside. We learn how to disguise our differences as we grow up.

And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.