“The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered its limits. Under the filling-station sheds, swirling insects clouded the naked bulbs. The stores were closed; the depot dark.” — Edward Anderson Copy Share Image
“Her eyes opened. They were like petals submerged in tiny bowls of unchanged water.” — Edward Anderson Copy Share Image
“Money interests fix the punishment for crime in this country [...] consequently there is no moral justice.” — Edward Anderson Copy Share Image
“The town of Morehead had a business district shaped like a funnel. The funnel's mouth was corroded with low buildings of stone and wooden… — Edward Anderson Copy Share Image
“The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered its limits. Under… — Edward Anderson Copy Share Image