“Though it was the end of February, the day was a lazy sort of cold. The sun slipped through the cloud in bursts, reminding the landscape that it was still there, prodding snow piles to relax into puddles and stirring… — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
“Look at us. A line of symmetry. Two halves of a whole. Two peas in a pod. A pair of queens. Though your card,… — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
“Though it was the end of February, the day was a lazy sort of cold. The sun slipped through the cloud in bursts, reminding… — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
“Not longevity. Not peace. Not some chloroformed happiness. Not tranquility. They are all such common goals ... No. I want audacity. High color. Total independence.” — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
“The thing about trips is that all the trouble is in the anticipation.” — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
“It was so good going down, but the aftertaste made you damn near hate it.” — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
“The past would haunt when the present let up, and always, always the future would loom with its certainty of tragedy and pain.” — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
“Remembrance. Even more, confession. It did always made the heavy things come loose.” — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
