To write it down was to put the finishing touch on any event, see what it was, what it meant, what it stood for. To put anything into words was like pouring melted wax on top of cold glasses of… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
To write it down was to put the finishing touch on any event, see what it was, what it meant, what it stood for.… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
What the men like best are what there's the least sense in, dresses you can't sit down in, that won't stand a lot of action, that hobble you and truss you up and slow you down and fix it so you can't hardly breathe, till finally you're off in one corner, like a bird in a cage, not cluttering up… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share
Of all the names Polygamy went by (so as not to exasperate the Gentile population and even some of the wives of the members'… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
it was a bitter and biting iron-gray afternoon, that clanked like armor and was as cold as a frosty axehead. — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
Righteousness is a fuel that, when it has some pitch in it of ambitious rivalry and the damper's left open to envy's draught, makes… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
