“At times such as these, evenings in the forest, loneliness seized her like a black dog. She kept telling herself it was pure weakness, that she had to be strong to stay alive in this world. Her orphanhood hung about her like a cloak. You shall not feel sorry for yourself, she commanded, and then disobeyed... beneath the surface veneer… — Jean Zimmerman Copy Share
“Drummond appreciated his guest's initial silence, his respect for the ancient, sacred act of imbibing. Drink first, talk later.” — Jean Zimmerman Copy Share Image
“Men's truths rather too neatly fit their convenience, have you ever noticed that?” — Jean Zimmerman Copy Share Image
“Guns are like thermometers, only instead of measuring body temperatures they measure our fear.” — Jean Zimmerman Copy Share Image
