“Fighting for your life is a fucking ball. As long as you didn’t get slaughtered.” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“She had always given too much of her life over to relationships, and they’d never quite worked out. Now she was simplifying… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“It was strange how, when there was nothing else in your life, sex was everything.” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“The life he’d known now seemed capable of multiple, even infinite shatterings.” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“But I figure passion’s like the wind in the trees out there. Blows hard for a while and feels strong and clean… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“Fighting for your life is a fucking ball. As long as you didn’t get slaughtered.” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“The trick of functioning with grief is that of remembering and forgetting all at once. Of letting the ghost walk at your side but… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“She had always given too much of her life over to relationships, and they’d never quite worked out. Now she was simplifying her life… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
As though all the world were a bad joke and she was the only one around who knew the punchline. — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“You could grow up every which way, a tree standing tall and straight in an open field or blasted and twisted on the side… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“She was grinning and she should have been pretty when she grinned. She had good white teeth and a lovely, delicate mouth. But something… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
Black coffee’s a lot like whiskey, you know? All devil and no trimmin’s. Always liked my sins pure and take it as it comes. — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“In the basement, with Ruth, I began to learn that anger, hate, fear and loneliness are all one button awaiting the touch of just… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
“He was a good man and a kind man but he never knew what he wanted. I think that eventually it killed him.” — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
