“We don't choose the times we're born in, he says. That's the business of the stars. The only choice we got is what we do while we're here. To make it mean somethin.” — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“The night starts to drift in. The crimson fingers of the dyin sun bleed into gray. The first stars blink down at us. Not… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“Travelling men make wide detours just to be in the same room as her. That's the most that even the best of of them… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“Feeling sorrow is fine, he says. It's right. But you need to use those feelings, channel them into action. Just as you did with… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“Whatever it is, I sure didn’t go lookin fer it. You don’t hafta, she says. If it’s meant to be, it’ll find you. We… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“Don't give in to fear. Be strong, like i know you are. An never give up, d'you unnerstand, never. No matter what happens. I… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“You got three seconds, he says, then they're comin down. He starts to count. One... two... I turn and run. I can still hear… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“We ain't got time fer you to yell at me or fer me to tell you everythin that's happened, so I'm jest gonna cover… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
