Life is difficult enough without Meryl Streep movies.

You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.

...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not strangers: our hands moved towards each other to embrace. I never heard his voice, for we did not speak; it is a shame, I should so like the memory of it. Loneliness, like fever, thrives on night, but there with him light broke, breaking in the trees like birdsong, and when sunrise came, he loosened his fingers from mine, and walked away, that misty boy, my friend.

Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old.

She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.

you got to want it to be good, and I don't want it.

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