“How many dead can a person see before the pieces of his soul turn to ash and float off in the wind?” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“They were the faces of the culture in which I grew up. That culture was dead.” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“The upper middle-class cracker neighborhood ignored me, focused instead on its own pockets of human chaos. Four” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“Once people get beliefs into their heads, it’s fucking hard to change their minds, no matter how many facts come knocking on the door.… — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“The shop was a monument to uninhibited human depravity, the kind that scars souls with permanent shadows. I” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“Sure, shit happens we can’t control, but that’s exactly what it is: shit you can’t control. You can’t control what it is, or sometimes… — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“made his words something of a Rorschach test, and I might be reading too many of my own emotions into it. ” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“I went into the living room and looked down at my mother’s torn body and shook my head. It was surreal. I guess some… — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“I’m your nightmare.” I loved that thought. It tantalized me with its power.” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“gazed blankly at nothing in particular. I knew that look. They were the Russells of the group.” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“In soothing tones I added, “Sometimes I notice little details. Besides,” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“I needed to stop letting my thoughts wander off on their own. They needed adult supervision, and” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“we’re different. You can think all of the ‘We Are The World’ thoughts you want, but we aren’t part of that club anymore.” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
