“He could not have explained the intensity of his attraction to {her}, that blissful ache that welled up in his chest at the sight of her barefooting across the dock, the feeling a distant cousin of nostalgia, as if he’d… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“{She} considered mentioning...how she, to, was all alone. But it didn't matter. So many stupid ways to live and die. She felt a shift inside herself at the thought, a letting go...she had reached a limit now and was moving… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“He could not have explained the intensity of his attraction to {her}, that blissful ache that welled up in his chest at the sight… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him,… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“Like the long gone captains of the Confederacy, he stood watch at the edge of Dauphin Island, his old life just out of sight… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“{She} considered mentioning...how she, to, was all alone. But it didn't matter. So many stupid ways to live and die. She felt a shift… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“Good writing is made up of characters who are bigger than their circumstances.” — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“It was always with her now, that sadness, like one of those rare orchids you saw clinging to jungle branches on TV, always blooming… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
