Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.
Once he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance.
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.
A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.