“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
“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
“To her eyes, used to diversity, there was a troubling uniformity about them all, something that spoke of isolation, and a dull and thoughtless… — 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
“I lay in bed and thought how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn’t have to be physical. All you had to… — Jack Ketchum Copy Share Image
