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“It might be late September, but is was hot as the six shades of hell.” — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
“Christians are the salt of the earth...Nothing grows where they've been.” — Donald Hays Copy Share Image
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“It felt like I had a thousand packs of Strawberry Pop Rocks simultaneously detonating in my chest, and I dilated at least… — Piper Faust Copy Share Image
“Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The mind of man can only teach what he has learned from others. It is how you use that knowledge that will… — Micheal Rivers Copy Share Image
“Nothing helps your partner keep his mind on Jesus more than having a sign of His love tanned on your primary erogenous… — Scott B. Pruden Copy Share Image
“The only thing that ever leaves this place is that muddy water in the Rappahannock.” — Randolph Randy Camp Copy Share Image
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“We all have scars. Just because mine are hidden doesn’t make them any less painful.” — Nicki Salcedo Copy Share Image
“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“The conflict each day is whether to immerse in books or writing. I can't do one without the other, but I can't… — Patricia Hickman Copy Share Image
“Humans need each other for equilibrium and support. But writers must pull aside to take a quiet walk alone, not just for… — Patricia Hickman Copy Share Image
“They later moved to a tin-roof house that was situated in a gas field under a spectacular flare that burned all the… — Charles Portis Copy Share Image
“Their eyes locked. Again, heat rose to Livy's cheeks. He needed to stop looking at her that way. She never should have… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“I asked about the price of the guitars, reminding him that if expected me to man the cash register, I’d need to… — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
“There is an old saying that every story, even your own, is either happy or sad depending on where you stop telling… — Wiley Cash Copy Share Image
“Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy… — Sharyn McCrumb Copy Share Image
“By the standards of a tourist strolling past looking for a quick lunch, the place was a dive. The sign on the… — Scott B. Pruden Copy Share Image
“He ascended the mountain in darkness, no lamplight, a world black and silver and blue. The moon lay scattered through the woods… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“While writing the first draft is an exercise in shutting down all of the things we think we know so that the… — Patricia Hickman Copy Share Image
“Livy hadn’t anticipated meeting anyone and wasn’t ready to explain why the last few years of her life had worn her so… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“The confessional writer will treat her story like a wailing wall. She kneels, and her story spills out, messy, improper. It isn’t… — Patricia Hickman Copy Share Image
“Hiding had been effortless in New York City. Getting lost in a sea of people was as easy as stepping onto a… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“Because of sorrow, my awareness of life's pulse is strongly detectable. It is syncopation while I journey, a lap of ocean in… — Patricia Hickman Copy Share Image
“Them dandelion wishes float and float for miles hoping they might get lucky and find a place to root.” — Randolph Randy Camp Copy Share Image
“His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“I started out hoping to remind people at some point in the novel that we should be loving and kind. But then… — Patricia Hickman Copy Share Image
“Easy for you to say," Polly said. "You've lived here all your life and stayed under the radar. No one points at… — Kathy Hepinstall Copy Share Image
“We were about to make love in the same bed I shared with my husband, and the extent of our immorality was… — Jaguar Jonez Copy Share Image
“Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the… — Sharyn McCrumb Copy Share Image
“There were thousands of children just like her in the world. She had walked through the fire and come out the other… — J.L. Murphey Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t dying that she feared, it was dying bad: leaving her grandboy alone in the world, unprotected, his wounds unhealed. Death,… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“When we became teenagers boredom grew like a moth in a cocoon fighting to escape, and the peace created by our parents… — Scott Thompson Copy Share Image
“The central character is an incomplete package of yearning that takes the length of the novel to complete. Completion, though, is not… — Patricia Hickman Copy Share Image
“Serving time doesn't make you fit to do anything but serve more time.” — Donald Hays Copy Share Image
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