“I realized I'm trapped in the embrace of the one who is breaking my heart.” — Penelope Przekop Copy Share Image
“But that’s the thing about East Texas. Red dirt never quite washes out, and pine pollen is tenacious as original sin. You… — Markham Shaw Pyle Copy Share Image
“As children, almost every summer my brother and I found at least one dusty Christmas ball in the corner of the living… — Penelope Przekop Copy Share Image
“Your love should be for me, not for my love,' he says. 'There's a difference.' 'It is-- you just won't let me… — Penelope Przekop Copy Share Image
“Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“East Texas is red dirt – not red, in sober truth, but the orange of rust, which it basically is, ferrous oxide… — Markham Shaw Pyle Copy Share Image
“When they reached their ship, Ed gazed out at the bay. It was black. The sky was black, but the bay was… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share Image
“In keeping with the Laws of the Prophet Bubba and the Code of the UIL, as set forth in the Book of… — Markham Shaw Pyle Copy Share Image
“Fiction has been maligned for centuries as being "false," "untrue," yet good fiction provides more truth about the world, about life, and… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share Image
“No matter where you go in East Texas, ‘Deep’ East Texas is always about twenty miles further in than wherever you are.” — Markham Shaw Pyle Copy Share Image
“He fights, night after night, to peel my onion soul without caring about it. I never see his tears but his eyes… — Penelope Przekop Copy Share Image
