“He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy. Now he felt tossed out of it onto the hard, prickly ground. He felt bruised and… — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
Where there are problems, there are angels hovering about just waiting for us to ask them to help us transform our suffering into blessings.… — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
You can have faith in writing itself. That's where to place your faith, in the same way that a pole vaulter places his faith… — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
“I want that child around for the rest of its life to remind Tom what a fool he is.” — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
If you have a dream of writing, that's wishful thinking. If you have a commitment to writing, that's the way to make your dreams… — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
History is the study of lies, anyway, because no witness ever recalls events with total accuracy, not even eyewitnesses — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
“Out of a still, clear day, the wind suddenly picked up. It bowed the grass in his direction, unaccountably lifting his spirits and making… — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
“He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy.… — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
“It had come as a relief when she had been forced to go into the hospital in Emporia, where she could be given drugs… — Nancy Pickard Copy Share Image
