Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time..

Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages..It seems to me th….

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one..

Words began fights and words ended them..