“Why do philosophers in the South so often end as newspapermen, poets as doctors? Maybe they crave what's found in pain and loss: a sense of living among other human beings. They'll give up dreams for that.” — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“He longed for a heart like the one his friend was getting, an unstoppable pump that would not falter. Danny might appear to be in trouble, but he never really is, he has this secret strength. Now, though he's lost fifty thousand dollars in a golf-course scheme and his ex-wife is suing him and he lives without furniture, these are… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share
You can't drown yourself that simply. All good suicides involve speed and irreversibility, because the body will always move to protect itself against the… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
How I Shed My Skin is, simply put, a brilliant book. While I was reading, I kept thinking two things. One, this is totally shocking. Two, it's not at all shocking, but a familiar part of my life and memory. Grimsley's narrative is straightforward and plain-spoken while at the same time achingly moving and intimately honest, and it does more… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share
Bobbie Ann Mason's genius only grows stronger and wiser and funnier with every new book, and Zigzagging Down a Wild Trail is my absolute… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“I'm not sure whether or not any love matches are made in heaven, but some do suggest heaven had a hand in the introductions.” — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“It dawned on him that the loneliness of marriage, the thing Alice had so feared, starts out of love itself, which can never deliver… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“I wanted him to be a poet. I wanted him to adventure out into the world and learn its ways, not losing himself in the jumble of life but seeing it in the poet's eye, and withdrawing after in the library room where he could write his poems of revelation. He would tell what he had seen. He never wrote… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share
“The shape of his head, the set of his shoulders are a pattern she could recognize and love out of a crowd of shadows.” — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“They sounded frantic; he imagined them driven into the night by a force stronger than hunger or love, flying blind, scared stiff but having… — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
When people say they are happy for you it may mean they are sad for themselves. — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
“Her body was heavy and tired, and she thought, I can't carry myself another step into this life.” — Josephine Humphreys Copy Share Image
