“I retreat from my bars, wondering why people who live outside choose such ugly words. Maybe that is what happens when you are outside, and the world clangs and barrels and shouts twenty-four hours a day, from your radio your… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“I hear them, the fallen priest and the lady. Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.” — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“He knows that when she passes, a grief will rip through him unlike anything he has ever known. Preparing for it doesn't help. He… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“The land beyond rose into dizzying mountains. Far across the way a frozen waterfall resembled a charging lion. The trees were shrouded in white,… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“I sit on my narrow bunk and caress my long yellow toenails and stare at my walls.” — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“[...] and every time she says the word, it breaks her heart into pieces that she has to pick up in her hands and… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not demand memory. Like a leaf that drank from the morning dew,… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“Inside, the lies you tell become the person you become. On the outside, sun and reality shrink people back to their actual size. In… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“she winds her way through gorgeous blue conifer forests, past glistening rivers and curves that give glimpses of heaven.” — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“She said we are all part of a secret club. Someday, she said, we will take over the earth. It will be people like… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“She thinks how sad it is that we remember the killers and not their victims. What if the world forgot Hitler and remembered all… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“The walls that might make others feel like they are suffocating have become my lungs.” — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
“But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true peace is when you… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share
