“Some people, he says, they hide themselves away from the eyes of the world. They hunker down and shiver. They find four walls high enough to put between them and everything else. Those people, to them the world is a… — Alden Bell Copy Share Image
“Stories that pander to your every readerly desire and whim are like overly loyal dogs that live for the simple glow of your approval.… — Alden Bell Copy Share
“In her own experience she's learned that happiness and sadness find their own level no matter what's biting you, mosquitoes or meatskins.” — Alden Bell Copy Share
“Truth be told, the inward gaze is something she's not too fond of. But there are secrets that lurk in the mind, and she… — Alden Bell Copy Share
“It don't matter, she says. It just comes from thinkin too much. That's why you can't slow down for long. You gotta keep your… — Alden Bell Copy Share
“All of a sudden, there is no hurry. There will be time for everything. For the breezes that blow and for the rainwater drying… — Alden Bell Copy Share
“You Griersons are a touchy bunch. One minute it's biscuits and model ships and the next minute it's outrage and horror.” — Alden Bell Copy Share
“Some people, he says, they hide themselves away from the eyes of the world. They hunker down and shiver. They find four walls high… — Alden Bell Copy Share
“God is a slick god. Temple Knows. She knows because of all the crackerjack miracles still to be seen on this ruined globe.” — Alden Bell Copy Share
“It never meant anything, Moses says. Not to the god above it and not to the earth below it. It never did. Not even… — Alden Bell Copy Share
“You somehow make it outta here and track me down, you best come with a furious rage--because I got no use for your sympathy.” — Alden Bell Copy Share
“There are some things she doesn't like to think about because thinking about them takes up every part of her mind and body.” — Alden Bell Copy Share
“The world, it treats you kind enough so long as you're not fightin against it.” — Alden Bell Copy Share
“It has become something to her, that memory — something she can take out in dismal times and stare into like a crystal ball… — Alden Bell Copy Share
“...and she's thinking of rage, like an ember or a burning acid swallowing up her knotted viscera. Blindness like the kind that leads men… — Alden Bell Copy Share
