“How far can you go down the wrong path before you can't get back on the right one?” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“The Road Life isn't a destination It's a journey. But you gotta be heading somewhere or you're just a mouse going round.… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Let me love you, girl who came from the sea. Let us swim to the bottom of the ocean where we can be anything… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“A man's beliefs are his destiny. As soon as my father believed his life was over, it was.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“We are all rotting, making our way from womb to tomb, to the rhythm of the great clock counting downward to the grave.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Is she worth all that pain?” he asked me, smiling. “Definitely,” I said, still reeling from the events of the day. “But I don’t… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I used to think that words and music could change the world, but look at the people who have made it. You see their… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Are you a virgin?” I asked, “A virgin who’s gonna tear out my heart?” “Yes … no … wait.” She looked at me. “I’m… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Blood never forgets. It has a memory of an ancient path toward home.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I hear my father's voice faintly, over the telephone, answering for me in a soft drawl. "He's my son." He reaches out his hand,… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It brings back a long-forgotten memory of Christmas, the year I turned six. I was supposed to be in bed, but I was up… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“How badly i needed to see what was in my head o the page. even if i could barely read it.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It was then that i understood what i had to do. i had to find a way to warn you. They have built a… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“The mind can only remember what it's willing to remember - because if you are guilty, then the truth is not the thing that… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Where we goin’?” Wade whispers to me as we approach the white picket fence that surrounds the row of wooden crosses. For all I… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
![“I hear my father's voice faintly, over the telephone, answering for me in a soft drawl. "He's my son." He reaches out his hand, pressing it against the glass, as if trying to touch me. He smiles, and I see a tear making its way down his cheek. [...] I press my hand up against my father's and I'm…” quote by Carolee Dean](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/402/carolee-dean-9964_father_i-hear-my-father-s-voice-faintly-over-th_333451.jpg)
