“It is the fate of all authors to create imaginary friends, and lose them in the course of art. Nor is this the full extent of their misfortunes; for they are required to furnish an account of them besides.” And” — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“No matter what side you were on, if you had survived Gettysburg you were to be congratulated.” — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“At the age he had attained with his life span short before him he had begun to look upon the human world with the… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“He wrote down, in a neat list, all the obligations of a sergeant because written information was what mattered in this world,” — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“The world was in truth made of jackstraws. The world was very combustible, the human body was partible in ways heretofore unimagined. What held… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“This is writing. This is printing. This tells us of all the things we ought to know in the world. And also that we… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“It seemed to him she understood but was not willing to concede they might be on the same side against anyone or anything.” — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“Outside, as she passed the kitchen window, she watched her breath appear before her in the lamplight and then it died away in moist… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
Paper Matches My aunts washed dishes while the uncles squirted each other on the lawn with garden hoses. Why are we in here, I… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“as they drifted they had gathered trouble and a great deal of peculiar knowledge about human beings, what human beings would do or say… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“she is like an elf. She is like a fairy person from the glamorie. They are not one thing or another.” — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“Maybe life is just carrying news. Surviving to carry the news. Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“So they all went home afterwards. My sisters and I sat on the veranda and cried until a storm drove us inside. We agreed… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
