“...the world is a blade and dread is hope cut open and spread inside out.” — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“Maybe it was the state of childhood to not question and fear everything, it’d been so long, Pete couldn’t remember.” — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“Charles Snow had been as spiritually curious as a fence post, and Pete doubted that his father had ever changed in any meaningful way,… — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“Pete slept too, his chin resting on his chest. He dreamed as well. A diamond turned on his forehead. A tree. He was a… — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“Chromed long-haulers glinted like showgirls among logging trucks caked in oatmealy mud, white exhaust thrashing flamelike in the wind from their silvery stacks.” — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“At this point, even Jesus and Satan just wish you’d choose a fucking side.” — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“Is one woman all women, he asked himself. Do they know what they do to us. Do they try on cocks like shoes, and… — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“...the world is a blade and dread is hope cut open and spread inside out.” — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“man who’d won a bet with a good friend. Pearl stiffened and said he could take what God” — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
“did I do that?” She reached over and took two cigarettes from the pack and lit one for him and handed it to him… — Smith Henderson Copy Share Image
