I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.
Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.
One does not know where love will take you.
We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth.
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.