Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.

Wonderful ... I was up all night reading it, laughing and crying out in horror.

If you are looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the Independent Spirit Awards.

Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.

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

If you get the landscape right, the characters will step out of it, and they'll be in the right place.

...all them things I don't know could get you killed if I come to know them