The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.