“We are all rotting, making our way from womb to tomb, to the rhythm of the great clock counting downward to the… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Is she worth all that pain?” he asked me, smiling. “Definitely,” I said, still reeling from the events of the day. “But… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I used to think that words and music could change the world, but look at the people who have made it. You… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Are you a virgin?” I asked, “A virgin who’s gonna tear out my heart?” “Yes … no … wait.” She looked at… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It brings back a long-forgotten memory of Christmas, the year I turned six. I was supposed to be in bed, but I… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Where we goin’?” Wade whispers to me as we approach the white picket fence that surrounds the row of wooden crosses. For… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I have loved and been loved, thoroughly and deeply by good and decent people who believed in me. Who let me dare… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“So quit asking everybody else questions, unless you’re ready to answer some questions yourself.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“As soon as I left one town, I was in another, each one a totally different world, as if an invisible box… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Words are like people, I think. Put too many of them too close together and they cause trouble.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“We sit in silence, all the unanswered and unasked questions thicker than the wall of glass between us.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“What happened?” “I tried to be somebody different from who I am and it didn’t work out.” “The world ain’t set up… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I have a class in Hermosa Beach that starts at eight, but …” I wanted to offer to pick up her car,… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“This is what love is. Not the moments on the beach, or under the stars or the trees, or in the moonlight.… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I won’t offer you a tired admonition to avoid my path. I won’t advise you to stay on the straight and narrow.… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Those who have witnessed executions say there is no sound worse than the weeping of mother watching her son being put to… — carolee dean Copy Share Image
“Stop jacking with me, Dad. All I ever wanted was the truth.” “That’s the problem. People think if they can add up… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I stand to leave, but my father says, “Wait!” over the red telephone. “Let me just look at you a minute.” He… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Testimony to her belief that life could be managed if things were only kept in their proper places.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Who cares about my voice? There are more important things going on in the world. I want to make a difference. I’m… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“My head was spinning. I felt like I’d been drifting, lost at sea all my life, and now that I’d found dry… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Let me love you, girl who came from the sea. Let us swim to the bottom of the ocean where we can be anything… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“A man's beliefs are his destiny. As soon as my father believed his life was over, it was.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“We are all rotting, making our way from womb to tomb, to the rhythm of the great clock counting downward to the grave.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Is she worth all that pain?” he asked me, smiling. “Definitely,” I said, still reeling from the events of the day. “But I don’t… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I used to think that words and music could change the world, but look at the people who have made it. You see their… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Are you a virgin?” I asked, “A virgin who’s gonna tear out my heart?” “Yes … no … wait.” She looked at me. “I’m… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Blood never forgets. It has a memory of an ancient path toward home.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I hear my father's voice faintly, over the telephone, answering for me in a soft drawl. "He's my son." He reaches out his hand,… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It brings back a long-forgotten memory of Christmas, the year I turned six. I was supposed to be in bed, but I was up… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“How badly i needed to see what was in my head o the page. even if i could barely read it.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It was then that i understood what i had to do. i had to find a way to warn you. They have built a… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
