“From the sky, everything looked fake. The buildings were doll houses. The cars were Matchbox racers. People scuttled about, but they weren’t… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“You can never really escape. It goes with you, wherever you go. Somehow, the prairie dust gets in your blood, and it flows through… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“The young of the town, preoccupied with their own germinating angst, which each possessed in varying degree (though few were ever fully aware of… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“I choose to believe God had a more direct involvement in the creation of my heart and consciousness than in the creation of any… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“See, if you analyze stuff long enough, you’ll eventually break ideas down to the quantum level where nothing makes sense and there’s no longer… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“Kansas afternoons in late summer are peculiar and wondrous things. Often they are pregnant, if not over-ripe, with a pensive and latent energy that… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“Good fiction doesn’t claim to mirror reality at all. It indicts reality by providing a paradigm of shape and order and justice—the way we… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“Living is the opposite of poetry. Poetry is the recollection of living, or, more often than not, the lament of having not lived. Or… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“From the sky, everything looked fake. The buildings were doll houses. The cars were Matchbox racers. People scuttled about, but they weren’t really people… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“There are four kinds of people in the world, Ms. Harper. Those who build walls. Those who protect walls. Those who breach walls. And… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“The stage is a magic circle where only the most real things happen, a neutral territory outside the jurisdiction of Fate where stars may… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
