Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years' worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth.… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“Tobin, my man, you are going to learn about chickens. And when you to learn about chickens, you will learn about life.” — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“When I think about everything that's happened since school started, well, I don't think the word 'normal' applies to any of it. Verbena is right - I'm way past normal. Only I've realized that when you move beyond normal, the road you're on doesn't necessarily take you to the land of the abnormal or the weird or the freakish. Instead… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share
“I have to say, it felt good to be wanted, son. Felt real good.” — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“What filled the rooms of Grete's cottage so decidedly were woven baskets and wooden boxes and clay pots glazed in red and blue, each with its own mishmash of this and that. Roots and leaves still redolent of dirt. Balls of scratchy wool-purple twining into pink easing into periwinkle fading into gray. At least three boxes held squares and strips… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share
“That was a funny thing about friends, Marylin thought. You could know a person practically your whole life and she could still surprise you.” — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“Dream girl? Ain't such a thing. You walk, you talk, you got mammary glands, well, that's gonna do it right there for most guys.” — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“Granny sat down on the step and stared off into the trees. "That girl right there, she was my only child. I have lost… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“Perhaps you'll apprentice to a healer when you're older," Grete suggested. "I'd say you have the gift for it." Hen reddened, then seemed suddenly… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“My dad, who my mom always refers to as DH for Darling Husband, was protrayed as a 'let's look on the bright side of… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
“I'm not done arguing with you, Mrs.Fletcher. I'm going to convince you yet." "Well I reckon I got ten or twenty more years in… — Frances O'Roark Dowell Copy Share Image
