memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for
Father said conflict develops the character
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.
She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.