“She had done worse, all right, lots worse. She had been a thief, a pimp, a blackmailer, a junkie, a liar and a cheat. She had pretended to love men she had despised. She had done it all, and none of it had worked. Every time she got into a place where she might have had a chance, something inside… — Don Carpenter Copy Share
“They grew some of their own vegetables, but Semple was never in eighteen years allowed out into the truck gardens. Instead, he watched out… — Don Carpenter Copy Share Image
“I consider my work optimistic in that the people, during the period I’m writing about them, are experiencing intense emotion. It is my belief… — Don Carpenter Copy Share Image
“How do you wake up? It was one thing to know that you had been asleep all your life, but something else to wake… — Don Carpenter Copy Share Image
“How do you wake up? It was one thing to know that you had been asleep all your life, but something else to wake… — Don Carpenter Copy Share Image
“All night long, in his cell, he burned with hatred. It did not matter what he thought, it was how he felt; and alone… — Don Carpenter Copy Share Image
