The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling dead in the street of heart trouble. One night, all in one night, severe winter came,… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
To write it down was to put the finishing touch on any event, see what it was, what it meant, what it stood for.… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
What the men like best are what there's the least sense in, dresses you can't sit down in, that won't stand a lot of… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
Of all the names Polygamy went by (so as not to exasperate the Gentile population and even some of the wives of the members'… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
it was a bitter and biting iron-gray afternoon, that clanked like armor and was as cold as a frosty axehead. — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
Righteousness is a fuel that, when it has some pitch in it of ambitious rivalry and the damper's left open to envy's draught, makes… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
