“Pushing through some viney branches, she comes into a clearing andfinds a sight that makes her hush--and not just her voice but every part of her, like feeling silence in her deep guts... It's something she can feel in the… — 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
