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.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.

The opening novel of the 'Bayou Trilogy' was the first one I finished.