How deeply do any of us know our own selves? Ask yourself. We hold a picture of how we wish to be… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the woods, I thought,… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“When you're a kid all you know is that your dad puts on his suit or overalls and vanishes from your life until nightfall.… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“It boiled down to this: it’s a lot harder to love than to hate. Harder to be there for those you love—to see them… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
Love is a sickness. Some kind of a pathogen existing above all explanation. — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“Some creatures live as stars do: burn hard and hot, feeding on those nearby but primarily upon themselves. Their lives an inferno and them… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“She rode down the sidewalk, turned toward the shadow side of the street and melted into darkness. I didn't know it then, but after… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“I figured a woman can't be understood the way a man can. Women have purposes men can't even imagine.” — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“Did you know that the Russians sent dogs into space? My mother told me this when I was a boy. Nobody knew the effects… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
How deeply do any of us know our own selves? Ask yourself. We hold a picture of how we wish to be and hope… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
“You can't hate your best friend for taking opportunities he'd been given. That would be the worst sort of hate, wouldn't it? Because it… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
