“Things vanished. People vanished. Clouds gave way to sun gave way to night. Only feelings, like spirits, endured, branded to the back of our eyes, laced into our marrow.” — 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
