“The projector's beam lay warm on Walt's neck, and he knew they'd all been plucked from danger and love, from another time, another place, and set back into this dark, sticky-floored theater, in the heart of nothing much that mattered.” — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“Winslow hurled stones at the little tree. Wrung its trunk as if it were a throat. He flailed and throttled the sapling to the… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“The projector's beam lay warm on Walt's neck, and he knew they'd all been plucked from danger and love, from another time, another place,… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wish I was in the movies...Not to be famous or nothing. I just wish I was made of light. Then nobody’d know… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“Things vanished. People vanished. Clouds gave way to sun gave way to night. Only feelings, like spirits, endured, branded to the back of our… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“I wish I could take my brain and put it inside your head,” Winslow said. “Just for a moment. Then you’d know what all… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“Laws on killing, even God's demands, didn't allow for peace. Not always. There'd still be pain; missing that child would break her parents' hearts.… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“No matter what you say, or how much you talk, someone isn’t really forgiven until you can stand beside them without wanting to slap… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“You think some are bad or evil or whatnot, but somewhere along the way they were someone's baby, suckling the teat like anybody. Then… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“Maybe awful things is how God speaks to us, Vernon thought, trudging up the lightless tunnel. Maybe folks don’t trust in good things no… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
“...Helen sipped peppermint schnapps and considered the world made of her design. My religion is keeping peace, she thought. It hadn't begun that way,… — Alan Heathcock Copy Share Image
