Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain.

She said that these were things all women knew yet seldom spoke of. Lastly she said that if women were drawn to rash men it was only that in their secret hearts they knew that a man who would not kill for them was of no use at all.

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream

This is what the good guys do. They keep trying. They don't give up