“Stop jacking with me, Dad. All I ever wanted was the truth.” “That’s the problem. People think if they can add up all the facts, they’ll end up with the truth, but that’s like sewin’ body parts together in the… — 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
“The mind can only remember what it's willing to remember - because if you are guilty, then the truth is not the thing that… — 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 all I… — 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, pressing it against the glass, as if trying to touch me. He smiles, and I see a tear making its way down his cheek. [...] I press my hand up against my father's and I'm…” quote by Carolee Dean](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/402/carolee-dean-9964_father_i-hear-my-father-s-voice-faintly-over-th_333451.jpg)
