“I gripped against her like she was metal and I was all full of lightning, charged up and jagged and of that moment alone.”

“Because even when there is no hope, somehow you can still find a place to pin inside the things that you need.”

“You couldn't make up something that looked so right.”

“You take what you can get, I reckon. You take what you can get.”

“I knew it was a day of endings, one way or another.”

“A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.”

“Prose divides shame into stations.”

“He lifted his arm that had been resting on her shoulders and gazed at the words she had written on his hand. He had been branded as cattle are branded to show whom they belong to. The cold mountain...”