“You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on?” —Tom Waits” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“Fighting for your life is a fucking ball. As long as you didn’t get slaughtered.” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“The trick of functioning with grief is that of remembering and forgetting all at once. Of letting the ghost walk at your side but… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“She had always given too much of her life over to relationships, and they’d never quite worked out. Now she was simplifying her life… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
As though all the world were a bad joke and she was the only one around who knew the punchline. — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“You could grow up every which way, a tree standing tall and straight in an open field or blasted and twisted on the side… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“She was grinning and she should have been pretty when she grinned. She had good white teeth and a lovely, delicate mouth. But something… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
Black coffee’s a lot like whiskey, you know? All devil and no trimmin’s. Always liked my sins pure and take it as it comes. — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“In the basement, with Ruth, I began to learn that anger, hate, fear and loneliness are all one button awaiting the touch of just… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“He was a good man and a kind man but he never knew what he wanted. I think that eventually it killed him.” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
