I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.

Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.

When I started to be a writer, I was not going to run the risk of boring you.

Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.

I said shut up once already, with my mouth.

I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.

I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.