If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.

Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle.

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.

I despise people who can't control themselves.

Shoot, boy, the country's just fulla folks what knows everything, and don't understand nothing, just fullofem.