31 quotes found
Novelist · American · 1950–2016
American novelist (1950–2016)
“You don't repay kindness with needless cruelty.”
“Old as she was she still missed her daddy sometimes.”
“Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.”
“That’s what the Depression kind of showed, that hard work guaranteed you nothing.”
“The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.”
“But I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or to make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.”
“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick u...”
“They all trying to say something with music that you can't say with plain talk. There ain't really no words for love or pain. And the way I see it, only fools go around trying to talk their love or...”
“She could walk through a lightning storm without being touched; grab a bolt of lightning in the palm of her hand; use the heat of lightning to start the kindling going under her medicine pot. She t...”
“Now that she had actually seen and accepted reality, and reality brought such a healing calm.”
“Home. It's being new and old all rolled into one. Measuring your new against old friends, old ways, old places, Knowing that as long as the old survives, you can keep changing as much as you want w...”
“True insanity, as frightening as it might be, gives a sort of obliviousness to the chaos in a life. People who commit suicide are struggling to order their existence, and when they see it's a losin...”
“The intelligence community, for the most part, has no accountability at all; to the Congress, to us the American people, and so they feel that they above the law.”
“I realize at one point, that I was being followed, and then I began to see the surveillance that was going past the road on my house. And so, these cars began to surveil me. People began to follow ...”
“Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation one glance one hurt and one...”