She smiled. I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then.

If you break little promises, you'll break big ones.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

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

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.

It is community and respect, of course, but the dead have more claims on you than what you might want to admit or even what you might know about and them claims can be very strong indeed. Very strong indeed.