“Head full of beer, fists jammed into his empty pockets, halos of blur around the parking lot lights, yup, one more wasted evening, and… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“Maybe getting to know a child wasn't entirely unlike meditation. You kept going at it from all different angles, and once in a while… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“After all, your head only had so much room in it. No surprise if it overflowed once in a while with little bits of… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“The danger of sending your children to college was that they would be contaminated by subversive forces, bad influences and bawdy women." Rolled with… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“Nobody knows what to do when there’s a tragedy. Nobody practices for it.” — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“She'd permed her hair to within an inch of its life. When she moved her head, the mass of hair followed along behind her… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“Did poverty in itself lead to moral failings, such as crime? Was "goodness" something that could be objectified and measured? Did society benefit directly… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“What a lopsided stumpy mess people made of a family tree these days. The last thing any of them needed was some new little… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“You wanted to believe that getting older, growing up, would change everything, transform you into the amazing person you were meant to be. But… — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“He was beginning to see how having a teenager might be the equivalent of having a bad class in permanent session.” — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
“She had a heart like a Twinkie, full of oversweet goo, yes, a real junk-food heart.” — Jean Thompson Copy Share Image
