“Awake, she struggled to fill the hours until she could sleep again. But nothing she did made her feel whole. If she ate, she didn't taste the food. If she read, she couldn't remember the words. If she rested, she… — 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
