“From the sky, everything looked fake. The buildings were doll houses. The cars were Matchbox racers. People scuttled about, but they weren’t really people anymore. Their little lives meant absolutely nothing from this altitude.” — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“You can never really escape. It goes with you, wherever you go. Somehow, the prairie dust gets in your blood, and it flows through… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“The young of the town, preoccupied with their own germinating angst, which each possessed in varying degree (though few were ever fully aware of… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“I choose to believe God had a more direct involvement in the creation of my heart and consciousness than in the creation of any… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“See, if you analyze stuff long enough, you’ll eventually break ideas down to the quantum level where nothing makes sense and there’s no longer… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“Kansas afternoons in late summer are peculiar and wondrous things. Often they are pregnant, if not over-ripe, with a pensive and latent energy that… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“Good fiction doesn’t claim to mirror reality at all. It indicts reality by providing a paradigm of shape and order and justice—the way we… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“Living is the opposite of poetry. Poetry is the recollection of living, or, more often than not, the lament of having not lived. Or… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“From the sky, everything looked fake. The buildings were doll houses. The cars were Matchbox racers. People scuttled about, but they weren’t really people… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“There are four kinds of people in the world, Ms. Harper. Those who build walls. Those who protect walls. Those who breach walls. And… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“The stage is a magic circle where only the most real things happen, a neutral territory outside the jurisdiction of Fate where stars may… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
