And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals. — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
You ever think about this? Every year you live, you pass the anniversary of your death. Now you don't know what day it is,… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“Tell them our lives can change with every breath we take. Lord, we both know that. Tell them to let go of what's gone… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“Come on, Forney.' Novalee, it's a parasite.' But it's a tradition.' It's a parasite! And you expect people to stand under it and kiss?'… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“Awake, she struggled to fill the hours until she could sleep again. But nothing she did made her feel whole. If she ate, she… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“The money" The girl stiffened at something she heard in his voice, something jagged and sharp, like words torn by the blade of a… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“Tell them that our lives can change with every breath we take. Lord, we both know that. Tell them to let go of what's… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
...tell them that we have some good in us, too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. That’s why we’ve got… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like..it's easy to love rain...and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums...and the moon. But with people, seems… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
Novalee watched his lips shape the words...the sounds, like whispered secrets, hanging in the air. — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“A man can't love you because you haven't read as many books as he has? He can't love you because you don't speak French… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
Never act like you want it, darlin'. Act like you wouldn't own it if they paid you. Tell them it's dirty, broken...a useless thing.… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like..it's easy to love rain...and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums...and the moon. But with people, seems… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
Home gives you something no other place can... your history. Home is where your history begins. — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals. — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
