“Growing up in an old city, you learn history's one true lesson: that history fades. Nothing sticks together for very long without immense effort. His own strong house is in a constant process of disintegration. He calls workmen to come… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“He longed for a heart like the one his friend was getting, an unstoppable pump that would not falter. Danny might appear to be… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
You can't drown yourself that simply. All good suicides involve speed and irreversibility, because the body will always move to protect itself against the… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
How I Shed My Skin is, simply put, a brilliant book. While I was reading, I kept thinking two things. One, this is totally… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
Bobbie Ann Mason's genius only grows stronger and wiser and funnier with every new book, and Zigzagging Down a Wild Trail is my absolute… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“I'm not sure whether or not any love matches are made in heaven, but some do suggest heaven had a hand in the introductions.” — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“It dawned on him that the loneliness of marriage, the thing Alice had so feared, starts out of love itself, which can never deliver… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“I wanted him to be a poet. I wanted him to adventure out into the world and learn its ways, not losing himself in… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“The shape of his head, the set of his shoulders are a pattern she could recognize and love out of a crowd of shadows.” — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“They sounded frantic; he imagined them driven into the night by a force stronger than hunger or love, flying blind, scared stiff but having… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
When people say they are happy for you it may mean they are sad for themselves. — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“Her body was heavy and tired, and she thought, I can't carry myself another step into this life.” — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“If she were their mother she'd teach them these things are nothing, the clothes and toys and furniture. These things fool people into thinking… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“It isn't that nothing is left. It is that what remains is such an old sad ghost of the thing that used to be,… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
I read Butterfly’s Child in one day, totally hooked. It is a captivating novel of love, guilt, sin, justice—and how all these things are,… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
