it was a bitter and biting iron-gray afternoon, that clanked like armor and was as cold as a frosty axehead.

- Ardyth Kennelly

Righteousness is a fuel that, when it has some pitch in it of ambitious rivalry and the damper's left open to envy's draught, makes a hot enough fire…

- Ardyth Kennelly

To write it down was to put the finishing touch on any event, see what it was, what it meant, what it stood for. To put anything into words was like …

- Ardyth Kennelly

Of all the names Polygamy went by (so as not to exasperate the Gentile population and even some of the wives of the members' own bosoms any more than…

- Ardyth Kennelly

What the men like best are what there's the least sense in, dresses you can't sit down in, that won't stand a lot of action, that hobble you and trus…

- Ardyth Kennelly

The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling dead in the street of heart tr…

- Ardyth Kennelly