Occupation: Novelist Birth: May 30, 1938 Death: August 2, 2014
...tell them that we have some good in us, too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. That’s why we’ve got to make sure we pass it on..
Come on, Forney.' Novalee, it's a parasite.' But it's a tradition.' It's a parasite! And you expect people yo stand under it and kiss?' Yes! it's wha….
Our lives can change with every breath we take..
Novalee watched his lips shape the words...the sounds, like whispered secrets, hanging in the air..
She always set three alarms for fear that the first employees to arrive would discover her sleeping - a Goldilocks without her bears.
Never act like you want it, darlin'. Act like you wouldn't own it if they paid you. Tell them it's dirty, broken...a useless thing. Then make an offe….
Why does anyone lie? 'Cause we're scared or crazy, maybe just because we're mean. I guess there's a million reason to lie, and I might've told that m….
You ever think about this? Every year you live, you pass the anniversary of your death. Now you don't know what day it is, of course..
Home gives you something no other place can... your history. Home is where your history begins..
Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like..it's easy to love rain...and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums...and the moon. But with people, seems li….
You're dying right now. Right this minute.' He looked at his watch, said, 'Right this second,' then tapped it with his finger. 'See there? That secon….
And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals..
Home is the place that'll catch you when you fall. And we all fall..