“And you remember how warm bourbon tasted, in a paper cup with water dipped out of the lake at your feet. How the nights were so unbearably, hauntingly beautiful that you wanted to cry. How every patch of light and… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“I wonder now what it was like living for four years, not wanting to, only waiting for your hold to weaken so you could… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“He wondered if she’d been waiting all these nights to come because she hadn’t had a nightgown. He started to ask her. But there… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“And isn’t it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? … First him, and then his memory. …” — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
Haven't you ever noticed how highways always get beautiful near the state capital? — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“Some people you can't comfort. You can only go along with their pretending and pretend yourself.” — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
At the end of a marriage it is difficult to recall the beginning. — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
In brief, I spend half my time trying to learn the secrets of other writers - to apply them to the expression of my… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
Me? What am I? Nothing. The legs on which dinner comes to the table, the arms by which cocktails enter the living room, the… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“And you remember how warm bourbon tasted, in a paper cup with water dipped out of the lake at your feet. How the nights… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
