Ask her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom. Not being bought and sold by some idiot employer, not having the moments of her days valued in fractions of a dollar by somebody other than herself.
Charles FrazierWe mark some days as fair, some as foul, because we do not see that the character of every day as identical
Charles FrazierAsk her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
Charles FrazierSo of course time is necessary. But nevertheless damn painful, for it transforms all the pieces of your life - joy and sorrow, youth and age, love and hate, terror and bliss - from fire into smoke rising up the air and dissipating on a breeze.
Charles Frazier