“Mary-Love liked to see herself as the family cornucopia, dispensing all manner of good things, unstintingly, unceasingly. She considered herself amply rewarded… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“No mother and daughter in Perdido were closer than Mary Love Caskey and Sister. But it was not to be supposed that… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“Look down fair moon and bathe this scene, Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple, On the dead on their… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“Merle Weaver stroked the little girl's hair and thought of the two corpses in the rear of the truck.” — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“I sort of wish that was what happened though, Ginny, because that would mean the girl is all right. Fourteen-year-old girls have run off… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“To the little girl the house seemed a gigantic head, and she only a morsel of meat conveniently positioned in its gaping mouth. The… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“That her niece should find such profound pleasure in the company of a thirteen-year-old black girl--and, more to the point, always within the precincts… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“That was the great misconception about men: because they dealt with money, because they could hire someone on and later fire him, because they… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“Mary-Love liked to see herself as the family cornucopia, dispensing all manner of good things, unstintingly, unceasingly. She considered herself amply rewarded by her… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“Southerners are an easygoing race when it comes to aberrations of conduct. They will react with anger if something out of the ordinary is… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“In the hour before a thunderstorm, the color of the forest deepens: the pine needles take on a dense vibrant greenness they possess at… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
“They placed the board between them on the kitchen table, and Becca took the suddenly inspired precaution of sprinkling the planchette with holy water… — Michael McDowell Copy Share Image
