“He took from his coat pocket a handful of wadded-up cash, as if children had paid him directly with their sweaty clutches of dollar bills.” — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“We could endlessly reminisce, live in the past to an unhealthy degree, then politely kill each other some winter night before bedtime, stirring poison… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“He took from his coat pocket a handful of wadded-up cash, as if children had paid him directly with their sweaty clutches of dollar… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“You were young, I thought, not once but always before, always always, every day before the day just passed. You were young only minutes… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“Even when not in the act of writing Muscatine a letter, I was often composing one in my mind, situating the words just so,… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“I thought it such a shame that our culture had not devised a way to defang old age. A sophisticated civilization wouldn't ridicule senility,… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“Kindness to your family costs you almost nothing but affords a wealth of goodwill.” — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“But they simply didn't know Sammy in the late hours, all his virulent bedtime prayers whispered away into his folded hands, releasing his worry… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“...people feel they can be revealing around me, that they can unbutton their lips and let slip intimate facts ad trust that I have… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“Desiree the child bride, and her sister Miranda, had gone grave-robbing for a wedding gown. In the north end of the cemetery, among the… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“After we ate our heaping slice of humble pie, we asked the missus if she could at least serve it up a la mode… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“A Lutheran church in Nebraska is typically a place where any mad passion for Christ is politely concealed. Men and women recite the various… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
“Tiff needed the words on the page to become the voice in her head, her own voice, or an approximation of it, and she… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
