Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For another try. Another trip through. One life for another. — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“I wonder now what it was like living for four years, not wanting to, only waiting for your hold to weaken so you could… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“He wondered if she’d been waiting all these nights to come because she hadn’t had a nightgown. He started to ask her. But there… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“And isn’t it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? … First him, and then his memory. …” — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
Haven't you ever noticed how highways always get beautiful near the state capital? — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“Some people you can't comfort. You can only go along with their pretending and pretend yourself.” — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
At the end of a marriage it is difficult to recall the beginning. — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
In brief, I spend half my time trying to learn the secrets of other writers - to apply them to the expression of my… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
Me? What am I? Nothing. The legs on which dinner comes to the table, the arms by which cocktails enter the living room, the… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
“And you remember how warm bourbon tasted, in a paper cup with water dipped out of the lake at your feet. How the nights… — Shirley Ann Grau Copy Share Image
