His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

I am standing here in the shed, and I'm waiting to see if my seeds are going to poke out ofthe dirt. I don't know if it's too early to look for signs of life or if, this time, winter has claimed my family for good.

It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.

Counter Girl (in candy shop): You two are cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out? Sam: Six years.

if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder

I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.