“It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and been as good as lost… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Pinetta was a hotbed of snakes and storms and sandspurs and sexual longing.” — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Unlike some of his buddies, Truely had never been afraid of books. Following his daddy's example, he had read the newspaper every day of… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“I knew then, in that small moment, that all my life I would be the kind of woman that inspired weakness in men. It… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“It made me understand that we don't always get to decide what we let in and what we keep out. A door is just… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Truely was a Mississippi boy still. He didn't have a thing against religion, especially in the gentle hands of somebody like his daddy--or his… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
