“Now, she lived with her dogs in a small house by a creek in the country, and her life had become a… — John Hart Life Copy Share Image
“The gray light was unforgiving, and the road in was a hard, fast slide to the bottom rung of the human experience.” — John Hart Human experience Copy Share Image
“She turned the water scalding hot and scrubbed her face until it hurt, but the eyes still looked wrong. She tore off… — John Hart Copy Share Image
“We can all live with doubts. It's the knowing that breaks us. Iron House” — John Hart Doubt Copy Share Image
“She had faith that each moment would be finer than the last. She believed that people were good,” — John Hart Faith Copy Share Image
It's not an exaggeration to say that we're on the verge of a meltdown. — John Hart Exaggeration Copy Share Image
“I'm sixty-nine years old, and I have no plans to run for reelection. Do you think I give a damn?” — John Hart Copy Share Image
“For a year, Johnny lived the new, brutal truth that he was on his own. But that's the way it was. What… — John Hart Brutal truth Copy Share Image
Lightening falls, all you can do is- pray God that it doesn't fall on you. — John Hart Fall Copy Share Image
Art may imitate wild nature; less often does it dare to place itself in the midst of it, and when it does,… — John Hart Art Copy Share Image
“as dark did with light and weakness with strength. Nothing was simple or pure;” — John Hart Light Copy Share Image
“We can live with doubts," Jessop said "It's the knowing that breaks us.” — John Hart Doubt Copy Share Image
Art, after all, is traditionally displayed against vacancies: paintings on dun walls, sculptures in empty spaces, music in quiet halls. — John Hart Art Copy Share Image
“Then she turned for the great mouth of a door, and by the time it inhaled her, she was a much older… — John Hart Older woman Copy Share Image
Denial was a weapon; it killed truth, numbed the mind, and I was a junkie. — John Hart Denial Copy Share Image
“I'd been awake for thirty-six hours and driving for ten. Restless weeks, sleepless nights, and the decision stole into me like a… — John Hart Sleepless night Copy Share Image
“not everyone could walk into the dark and make the hard choice.” — John Hart Choice Copy Share Image
“Disgust was an organ in Hunt's gut. The more he thought about it, the more it churned.” — John Hart Copy Share Image
