Readers are lucky - they will never be bored or lonely.

Still-there's no use trying to figure why things fall the way they do. Things just are, and fussing don't bring changes.

Nothing seems interesting when it belongs to you, only when it doesn't.

People got to do something useful if they're going to take up space in the world.

my mother always found me out. Always. She's been dead for thirty-five years, but I have this feeling that even now she's watching.

Readers are lucky - they will never be bored or lonely.

the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for.